The word “plan” changed his expression.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
At that moment, there was a knock at the door.
It wasn’t a visitor’s knock.
It was a firm, official knock.
Diego turned around, nervous. The notary quickly closed the folder.
I stood up without dizziness, without trembling, without acting.
I opened the door.
Two people entered, showing identification. A woman in a vest, a man with a serious expression. Behind them, my lawyer.
Diego went pale.
“What is this?” he stammered. “Who are you?”
The woman spoke first.
—Mr. Diego Ríos, we are here regarding a complaint related to the administration of controlled substances and possible asset fraud.
The notary took a step back.
