CHAPTER 43
THE COLONIAL HOUSE
Blanca and Carlos stepped out of the car after Jose parked in front of a colonial-style house the following Saturday. It looked familiar. After a piercing look into Blanca’s eyes, Jose led them into the building.
She looked nervously around her. A part of her remembered this old house where they’d had lunch all those years ago.
Jose walked to the house and took a tiny red box from his shirt pocket. From the box, he produced a key and unlocked the front door. Blanca’s breathing shallowed as she stood on the front step, staring through the open door.
“Are you sure Pedro’s at work today?” she asked, finally meeting Jose’s eyes, her stomach turning. Carlos held her hand tight.
Jose’s eyes turned hard. “He’ll have my head if he knows I’m bringing you here to
