“I received this six weeks ago.”
Robles’s face changed.
Not fear this time.
Terror.
His chair scraped backward.
“No.”
Everyone heard him.
Sofía slowly turned.
“What did you say?”
Robles looked at his attorney.
“I said nothing.”
But Valeria was already crying.
“The person who sent this said there were cameras in the old storage hallway.”
The prosecutor stood.
“Security footage?”
Valeria nodded.
“From the night before Papá retired.”
Don Chema’s breathing became shallow.
“What does it show?”
Valeria looked at him.
For several seconds, she couldn’t speak.
Finally she whispered:
“It shows Mr. Robles moving the missing supplies.”
The courtroom exploded.
But then she added:
“And he wasn’t alone.”
Robles closed his eyes.
Sofía looked at her sister.
“Who else was there?”
Valeria plugged the flash drive into the laptop.
A grainy video appeared.
The timestamp showed 11:48 p.m.
Don Chema recognized the school hallway immediately.
