At exactly twelve o’clock, forty-five minutes after the boy disappeared from the park, an envelope was delivered to Carolina Montenegro’s office near the city center.
It took Carol another fifteen minutes to notice it. Inexplicably, just the sight of the name she no longer used made her catch her breath, her heart to thud. Her past was something she seldom visited, and she’d done everything she could to keep others from bringing up reminders. She’d changed her name, she’d faked documents, and she felt no guilt, had no regrets that she’d lied and broken the law to make it possible.
She was sure, staring down at the envelope, whatever it contained, it was nothing good. Without touching it, she buzzed her assistant.
“Yes, Dona Carolina?”
Aware that the formal title meant Natalia had custo
