Mr. Fernando had asked me for a favor. One I hadn't declined for fear of my Tía Elena's life. He'd threatened that he knew all about her and all about me. He went so far as to remind me how Cynthia had accepted a monetary gift from him some time back. Now he wanted me to play spy.
He'd predicted I'd be detained shortly after my return to Mr. Montoya's mansion. Then he'd told me he would instruct someone to arrange a meeting with me. A spy and a double agent.
I was growing more hopeless by the day.
I paced in my bedroom, now a confined prison. I looked around in search of a hidden camera somewhere but couldn't find any. I groaned out of utter frustration.
Ever since my second probation, which had lasted two weeks, my routine had been monotonously boring. My day would start with terrible
