Chapter 27Wednesday morning I got a call from Ronald.
“Roberto Roman, Lopez's lawyer, would like to meet with us,” he said.
“What about?” I asked.
“He wouldn't say. He asked if we would come to his office and I said “no way,” we had had enough of their surprises. I said if he wanted to talk we would be in my office at eleven o'clock. Does that work for you?”
“Sure. See you there.”
I went back to San Isidro and parked at the hotel. I walked over and was surprised to see Ronald and Roman sitting at the small meeting table with Lopez's wife. Her eyes were puffy and she had a handkerchief in her hand. I thought this was going to be some sort of plea that we benevolently let her husband get away with stealing a million dollars.
I shook hands with Roman and Ronald and said good morning to
