CHAPTER 43: THE FILE
When I got home after meeting Marcus, I felt like I was carrying a storm inside my chest. Every step from the park to the house had felt heavier because now, for the first time, this wasn’t just suspicion or scattered clues, it was real. A file. One file that could expose everything. Names, payments, transactions, the hidden structure behind Alberto and everyone connected to him. It sounded almost too perfect, too dangerous to be true. And yet I believed Marcus. I had looked into his eyes when he said it, and I saw something no liar could fake, terror mixed with guilt. He wasn’t trying to manipulate us. He was trying to survive himself. The moment I stepped into the house, Paul knew something had changed. He stood from the kitchen table before I even said a word. “Te
