Oscar smirked. “Exactly.”
“But,” Camila said slowly, as if remembering something buried under years of pain, “the woman who bought it rents it to my friend’s aunt. I still know her daughter.”
The attorney leaned forward. “Call her now.”
Camila pulled out her phone with shaking hands. Her fingers slipped twice before she found the contact. The call rang four times. Then a woman answered.
“Camila?”
“Rosa, listen to me. This is going to sound insane, but I need you to go to the old house. Right now. My mom’s life depends on it.”
Oscar lunged.
The guard grabbed him before he reached Camila. Oscar shouted, “This is illegal! You can’t search property over some prison room nonsense!”
Warden Harris gave him one cold look. “Remove him.”
Two guards pulled Oscar toward the door. He fought at first, then realized struggling made him look worse. Before they took him out, he turned toward Emiliano.
