Lupita se acercó más.
Sus ojos se abrieron.
“I’ve seen that folder.”
Ethan turned to her.
“Where?”
“In Robert’s office. He told me to never touch it.”
“What was inside?”
“No lo sé”, dijo ella. “Pero Patricia lo llevó a la recepción ayer por la tarde. Parecía asustada”.
That was when Ethan remembered Patricia’s tears.
Too fast.
Too ready.
No culpabilidad.
Panic.
“Where is Patricia now?” Ethan asked.
Aaron checked his tablet. “At home. We have her access suspended.”
“Send someone to make sure she’s safe.”
Naomi looked up. “You think she’s in danger?”
“I think people who panic are usually afraid of someone above them.”
Lupita susurró: “Karla no tenía miedo”.
—No —dijo Ethan—. “Karla estaba cómoda”.
The distinction mattered.
At 8:32 p.m., Aaron received another update.
Patricia no estaba en casa.
Su coche estaba en el lote del apartamento.
