The maid straightened the master’s tie and whispered a chilling warning—but what she said about the driver changed everything he thought he knew.

again.

Dirty money again.

Death waiting just inside a doorway again.

“We leave in ten minutes,” Leonel called from below. “Nothing changes.”

Abril squeezed the flower stems until they bent.

If Esteban died there, no one would go looking for the truth.

The first to vanish would be the employees.

The kitchen staff.

The gardeners.

The housekeepers.

And she, with continue reading …