“No, ma’am. He had that sheet with him nearly all evening.”
“Sofía, stay out of it,” Evaristo snapped.
“I saw it too,” said Diego, the other volunteer. “He told us no one was to touch that folder.”
Lupita stood close to Doña Amalia, still holding her receipt. Rodrigo noticed she was watching everyone the way a child watches when she expects continue reading …