“Ana, you have to listen to me,” she whispered, her voice frantic, cracking with genuine horror. “You think you know everything Ricardo did, but you don’t. He thinks I’m the one who betrayed him. He’s completely out of his mind, Ana. He’s coming here right now, and he isn’t alone. You need to see what’s inside this envelope before he gets here, because if the police don’t stop him tonight… neither of us is safe.”
Suddenly, the loud, aggressive screech of tires echoed from the street just outside the driveway. A dark sedan slammed its brakes right behind Paola’s car, its headlights blindingly bright, cutting through the darkness of the front yard.
The driver’s side door flew open, and a shadow stepped out into the blinding light.
