No one knew who he called or what he said, but 30 minutes later his office was raided by unknown people who tried to take his safe.
The police arrived in time to arrest them. Inside the safe, they found what Aurelio called his life insurance.
Decades of documented corruption, videos of politicians receiving bribes, recordings of judges selling sentences, fraudulent contracts signed by prominent businessmen.
Aurelio had built an empire of secrets, but that empire was now collapsing around him.
In the penitentiary, Colonel Méndez received the judicial notification with a mixture of relief and anger.
“I knew it,” he murmured. “I knew that man was innocent.”
He ordered Ramiro Fuentes to be brought to his office. He had news for him. News that would change everything.” Gonzalo Fuentes was in his cell when the guard brought him the news.
Sara was alive. She had testified against him. The recordings from that night were now in the hands of the court.
The color drained from her face. “It’s not possible,” he whispered. “She was dead. I made sure.” But he hadn’t made sure.
He had been careless. He had left his victim without confirming that she was no longer breathing.
And that mistake would cost him his freedom. His lawyers arrived an hour later with limited options. “The evidence is overwhelming,” they said.
“Your best strategy is to cooperate, to give information in exchange for a reduced sentence.” Information about what?
About Aurelio, about the corruption network, about everything you know. Gonzalo thought about it. He had spent five years feeling safe, protected by Aurelio’s power.
Now that power had evaporated. Aurelio was under arrest. The empire of secrets was crumbling. I want total immunity.
There will be no immunity, but we can negotiate 30 years instead of life sentences and full co-ops.
Gonzalo closed his eyes. He thought about everything he had done, about his brother, whom he had betrayed, about Sara, whom he had tried to silence.
In Salomé, the girl who had seen everything and had remained silent for five years out of fear. Fear, that had been his weapon, and now it was turning against him.
“I will cooperate,” he finally said, “but I want protection. Aurelio has allies who will eliminate me if I talk.”
The lawyers nodded. Gonzalo Fuentes’ downfall had begun.
The prison gates opened at 3 p.m. The sun shone with an intensity that seemed unreal after five years of gray walls and artificial lights.
Ramiro Fuentes walked into the light for the first time as a free man. He had been bathed, shaved, and dressed in civilian clothes that smelled new.
They had returned his belongings to him: an empty wallet, a watch that no longer worked, and a photo of Salomé as a baby.
Colonel Méndez escorted him to the exit. “I owe him an apology,” the director said. “I should have investigated further.”
I should have trusted my instincts. You suspended the execution when you saw something strange, Ramiro replied. That saved my life. I have nothing to forgive you for.
They shook hands, a simple gesture that meant so much. Ramiro crossed the final gate and stopped. The outside world was overwhelming. The colors, the sounds, the smell of the fresh air.
I had dreamed of this moment thousands of times and now that it was here I didn’t know how to process it.
Then he saw them. Two figures were waiting by an old car. A thin woman with short hair. A blonde girl with enormous eyes.
Sara, Salomé. Ramiro couldn’t move, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His wife, whom he had mourned for five years, was alive. She was there waiting for him.
Salome was the first to run. She crossed the space between them like a blonde arrow and threw herself into her father’s arms.
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