twenty-two
Diesel Spills The Beans
“Where does your spouse work?” Agent Rickets asked.
“He doesn’t.” I grinned. “He has a trust…”
“How does he support himself?” The woman’s glasses slid down her nose, and her eyes bored into mine.
“As I was saying, he has a trust fund set up by his grandfather, a former Senator in Brazil.” I said, wondering why they cared about where Santiago’s money came from.
“So, he has no work history? At all?” She picked up her pen and wrote something down in the file.
“He served two years in the Brazilian military, then he worked as a personal assistant to his grandfather. The Bolsonaro family groomed him for a political career, which he rejected. Santiago wants nothing to do with them.” I answered, crossing my arms over my chest.
“His military service should
