She asked to see her daughter before she passed away—but what the little girl whispered changed everything.

He came to the house before. Dad was scared when he talked to him.”

“Did you hear a name?”

The girl closed her eyes briefly, searching her memory. “He called him Becerra,” she said slowly. “And that night… I heard him say he wasn’t going to sign anything.”

At the doorway, Colonel Méndez went still.

He hadn’t meant to listen.

But he had.

And now he couldn’t continue reading …