Chapter 9 - The Old Friend.
Sebastián Llorente had taught me how to read a contract before I knew how to negotiate one.
He was sixty-eight now, silver-haired, elegant, and officially retired from corporate law.
For twenty years, he had been the man I called when everybody else in the room wanted something from me.
He had attended my wedding to Sofia.
He had carried Isabella through the hospital corridor the night she was born.
He had stood beside me at Sofia's funeral.
When I married Beatriz, Sebastián had raised a glass and told me that grief was not betrayal.
The idea that his name belonged anywhere near Lucero felt absurd.
That was why I knew I had to investigate it.
"Don't call him yet," Elena said.
We were sitting in a clinic conference room while Isabella ate breakfast with Marta nearby.
"Why?"
"Because if Daniel is telling the truth, Sebastián may be involved."
"And if Daniel is lying?"
"Then he's trying to redirect us toward someone you trust."
"Either way, calling tells somebody what we know."
"Exactly."
Luis entered with a tablet.
"We found the motorcycle."
It had been abandoned near a bus station outside Manilva.
The bike was stolen.
A traffic camera captured the rider entering a dark sedan six minutes later.
The sedan belonged to a corporate fleet company used by several firms.
One of those firms was Northstar Advisory AG.
Elena leaned back.
"So our invisible Swiss beneficiary has cars in Spain."
"Through a rental subsidiary," Luis said.
"Can we identify who booked it?"
"Police are working on it."
I looked at the company name again.
"Search Sebastián."
Luis had already started.
Publicly, there was nothing.
No directorship.
No disclosed shares.
No advisory role.
Then Elena remembered something from Sofia's estate file.
"Lucero was a name."
I looked at her.
"Whose?"
"A horse."
The memory arrived instantly.
Sofia had owned a gray Andalusian mare named Lucero when we first met.
She sold the horse after becoming pregnant with Isabella because she no longer wanted the risk of riding.
Sebastián had handled the sale.
"Why name a fraud archive after Sofia's horse?"
Nobody answered.
I went to Isabella.
She was eating toast slowly and watching cartoons without sound.
I sat beside her.
"Can I ask you something about Javier's notebook?"
Her expression tightened immediately.
"Am I in trouble?"
"No."
I waited until her shoulders relaxed.
"Did you ever hear Beatriz or Javier say the word Lucero?"
She thought carefully.
"Maybe."
"When?"
"In your office."
"What did they say?"
"Beatriz was mad because Javier couldn't find something."
"What something?"
"I don't know."
"Did she say Lucero?"
Isabella frowned.
"She said, 'The old man promised Lucero would protect us.'"
I felt a chill move through me.
"The old man?"
"That's what she said."
"Did Javier answer?"
"He said the old man only protects himself."
I looked toward Elena through the open door.
She had heard every word.
"Anything else?"
Isabella nodded slowly.
"Beatriz said Daniel was getting nervous."
"About what?"
"She said he wanted out."
"And Javier?"
"He laughed."
"Why?"
"He said nobody gets out after signing."
Isabella looked down at her toast.
"I didn't understand."
"You weren't supposed to."
"I think they knew I was there."
My stomach tightened.
"Why?"
"Because Beatriz came upstairs later and asked what I heard."
"What did you tell her?"
"Nothing."
"Did she believe you?"
Isabella's eyes filled with fear.
"No."
That was when the chores had become worse.
The garbage bags were not merely punishment for disobedience.
They were pressure.
Beatriz had been trying to break a witness too young to understand she was one.
I stepped into the hallway and called Luis over.
"We need Sebastián's movements for the last six months."
"That may take time."
"Start with Beatriz."
"Contacts?"
"Everything legal we can obtain."
Elena nodded.
"We can review company calendars, board records, and disclosed meetings without a warrant."
By noon, we found the first connection.
Sebastián had attended a private foundation dinner in Madrid five months earlier.
Beatriz attended the same event.
Daniel was also listed.
The seating chart placed all three at the same table.
Two weeks later, the first false vendor linked to the thirty-two-million scheme received a large transfer.
"Coincidence?" I asked.
Elena shook her head.
"Not enough to prove anything, but no longer comfortable."
Then Mateo landed from Boston.
He arrived angry, exhausted, and carrying the original copies of several estate documents Sofia had sent him years earlier.
He hugged Isabella for a long time.
She barely remembered him, but she remembered his ridiculous red socks from a Christmas photograph and asked whether he still wore them.
He lifted his trouser leg.
Bright red socks appeared.
Isabella laughed.
It was the first sound of uncomplicated happiness I had heard from her.
I had to look away.
Mateo joined us in the conference room.
When Elena showed him the forged resignation, he swore in two languages.
"That's my passport number."
"From the copy you sent last December," Elena said.
"Yes."
"Who requested it?"
Mateo opened his email.
The request came from an address that looked almost identical to the domain of our estate law firm.
One letter was different.
The signature belonged to a junior lawyer who did not exist.
"Professional phishing," Luis said.
Mateo looked at me.
"Who knew I was still guardian?"
"Very few people."
"Sebastián?"
"Yes."
Mateo's face hardened.
"Then start there."
"You suspect him?"
"Sofia did."
The room went quiet.
"What?"
Mateo looked at Elena.
"You didn't know?"
She shook her head.
He turned back to me.
"Six months before she died, Sofia told me Sebastián had been pushing her to move parts of the trust into company-linked investments."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because she made me promise not to unless he tried again."
"She was dying."
"She was also protecting you."
My anger rose.
"From what?"
"From discovering your mentor cared more about control than loyalty."
Mateo opened an old envelope.
Inside was a handwritten letter from Sofia.
The paper shook slightly in my hands.
I recognized her handwriting before I read a word.
Gabriel, if you ever need to open this, then I was right to be afraid.
I stopped breathing.
Elena stood beside me.
"Keep reading."
The letter described Sebastián's repeated attempts to persuade Sofia to consolidate her private holdings with my growing real-estate group.
She refused because Isabella's inheritance was meant to remain independent from my business risks.
Then came a sentence that made the last twenty-four hours rearrange themselves.
Sebastián believes families are easiest to control when every asset depends on the same man.
Sofia had underlined the word control.
At the bottom of the letter, she wrote one final warning.
If anything happens to me and Sebastián later becomes interested in Isabella's trust, do not assume he is helping Gabriel.
Mateo reached into the envelope again.
There was a small brass key taped inside.
A number had been engraved on it.
417.
"What does it open?" Elena asked.
Mateo shook his head.
"Sofia never told me."
I turned the key over.
On the back was a tiny stamped symbol.
A star.
Lucero.
My phone rang.
It was Sebastián.
I had not contacted him.
Nobody in the room had.
I answered without speaking.
His familiar voice came through warm and calm.
"Gabriel, my boy, I hear you've had a difficult homecoming."
I looked at Sofia's letter in my hand.
"Who told you?"
He chuckled softly.
"You know how small Marbella can be."
"Yes."
I stared at the brass key.
"Smaller every minute."
Sebastián's voice lowered.
"We should meet before Daniel tells you something foolish."
I looked at Elena.
"Why Daniel?"
A pause.
"Because frightened men often confess to crimes they only half understand."
"And what do you understand?"
Sebastián sighed.
"Enough to know Sofia would hate what you're doing to this family."
The use of her name removed the last doubt I had about meeting him.
"Where?"
"My club in Marbella."
"One hour."
"Come alone."
I smiled for the first time all day.
"Of course."
When I ended the call, Mateo looked at me.
"You're not going alone."
"No."
I placed the brass key on the table.
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"But Sebastián is going to believe I did."
SHE SAID YOU WOULD BELIEVE HER
