CHAPTER 8
GUARDEDParking her car in the Felicidade de Negocios lot three mornings later, Blanca felt jittery from broken sleep. Nightmares had kept her awake half the night.
As she walked across the parking lot, a noise behind her stopped her in her tracks. She turned, but the lot was deserted except for a few cars. Why was she being paranoid?
In the office, Blanca began to arrange her notes for her latest article as Isabela ambled in. “Listen, Blanca, I thought you’d like to know that Pedro’s in a mood,” she said, instead of “good morning.”
Blanca frowned. “Why’s that?”
“You didn’t hear this from me, but it’s got something to do with his son, Jose.”
Blanca fixed her gaze. “His son?
Isabela frowned. “Not sure. Probably too much partying.”
“He obviously likes you.”
Isabela ignored
