“Supervision?” Rodrigo barked.
“Do you think we’re thieves?”
Daniel reached into his coat and removed a printed transaction slip.
“At 7:42 p.m., Evelyn Sanders used an authorized-user card belonging to my client to make a $3,500 purchase at Bellori Jewelers.
That card has been terminated.
The purchase is now under review.”
Evelyn’s mouth opened, then closed.
I watched the memory land on her face.
The stop she had made after lunch.
The private little indulgence.
The assumption that the account feeding her life had no owner she needed to fear.
Then another voice cut across the driveway.
“What’s happening?”
Rodrigo’s sister, Marissa, had come out onto the porch with two cousins behind her.
More relatives clustered in the foyer, pretending not to stare while doing exactly that.
Evelyn turned toward them and instantly switched to performance.
“She has brought strangers to terrorize this family.”
Daniel did not even glance at her.
“Body-camera footage from the foyer has been preserved.
Interior surveillance has also been secured.”
Rodrigo went still.
I saw it happen.
He had forgotten the cameras.
Or maybe he had believed, as people like him often do, that evidence only mattered when it served them.
“Delete it,” he said reflexively.
