I told Cora I’d give her space after the clean-up of her clinic and promised to help her get a new space, even though she refused my money. Today, I planned to surprise her with lunch and a trip to Paris, just the two of us.
Enrique hadn’t returned to Mexico and was still in hiding, but Renato was running around the city to locate him and his crew. I’d instructed Cora’s security detail to stay with her and the girls while they shopped today.
“Check this out,” Vincenzo said.
“What?”
“I did some research and found out Enrique called a few of Cora’s friends.”
“Friends, like who?”
“Anissa. He must have tapped into her line and got her whereabouts during the past few weeks since the explosion.”
I took the phone records and flipped through them, seeing he’d added software to trace call
