Leonel stopped breathing for a moment and clenched his teeth, too. He closed his eyes, clenched hard, and opened them before speaking. "Since when?" "A while ago? She contacted me." "Purpose." "To get rid of her husband." The businessman's eyebrows furrowed."Be specific. What are we talking about?" Leonel heard him sigh. "She wants him in jail or dead. She doesn't give a damn either way." Leonel quickly analyzed the situation. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Frank got up after receiving a call. But he couldn't be aware of him right now. "It's obvious that if she contacted you, it's because she wants him imprisoned, rather than dead. Unless she wants you..." "When Sofia returned to Albany, the day I gave her a ride to the hotel, I sent Tamara an image of that place, of the hotel where Sofia was staying. I wanted to tell Tamara that this woman was here, that her husband had an unrecognized child and Sofia would be the beginning of the end for their marriage."
Leonel stopped already inside his room and looked at him. Loman continued: "Miss Sullivan has been calling you, sir, she needs to talk to you. That last thing she didn't tell me, but it's something I noticed. And she doesn't seem to be well. Raymond's visit turned out to be more than just a surprise. Will you wait until she gets to San Juan so she can comfort her? I dare say it's just as soon as she needs you two to talk about it." Leonel had to calm down. He ran his hand over his head, swept his face with his palm, and exhaled, then picked up his cell phone and dialed the teacher. Frank spared a sigh of momentary relief and stepped back to give his boss privacy. Sophia was still dressed as she had been at dinner, though barefoot, sitting on the bed, thinking about everything that had happened. Her son was still asleep, Liliana went to rest, and Dolores was already in the guest room, so Sofia took advantage of that solitude to channel things well. The phone rang, it was Leonel.
Leonel smiled. Frank was right, talking to Sofia was for the best. He felt much calmer now and she was a bit of a comedian, despite everything. He enjoyed talking to her. The way she was, the way she expressed herself, the teacher was sweet and in character; he had noticed it before, and once again, he confirmed it. "Raymond called me." She raised her eyebrows. "Of course he did," Sofia muttered. "He told me about Tamara, but it's private, very much his, it's not my place to clear it up."Sofia wrinkled her face. "What do you mean "private"?" she asked gropingly. Leonel sighed. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling of his room. "They had an affair." He had no choice but to blurt it out. Sofia's mouth fell open. She couldn't speak for several seconds. The teacher had no idea of the rest of the things hidden behind that triggering information. Leonel would not tell her about the agent's past addictions, precisely acquired during the times of strong love affairs with Tama
A day after that conversation between Leonel and Sofia, things were not going well in San Juan, the teacher could sense it thanks to the hermetic behavior of the guards. She asked Liliana about it, feeling an outstanding Deja Vu, but the cook told her that she didn't know anything. Both sealed a pact of sincerity, although inside Liliana understood very well that she could not fail the boss if he asked not to report something specific. Dolores and Sofia tried to enjoy a pleasant day with Liam, but the teacher noticed that since what had happened the night before, after what she had heard from Leonel (something she was quick to tell the newcomer), the atmosphere was tense. She tried with Francisco but realized that he was hiding information from her. Mr. Francisco used to be transparent, she was starting to get to know him. She tried again with a couple of bodyguards but without success. She called Leonel and was again rejected with a simple "he is busy", from a Frank who answered
Sofia had trouble falling asleep. The next morning, she went into her sister's room without waiting to get up. "What's the matter, Sofi? You won't even let me sleep anymore. I'm of an age. Sister, I'm fifteen years older than you, and I love you very much." The teacher opened the curtains to let in the little light of the first hours of the day. "I'll need you to do me a favor." Dolores scrunched up her face and pulled the comforter over herself. "Am I on a cruise ship adrift in Altamar? This house is a mess. I'm on vacation, honey." "Dolores, pay attention to me." Sofia sat down next to her on the mattress. "Something happened with Raymond. Something bad." Dolores's sleepiness began to dissipate as Sofia recounted everything she did last night, the newcomer more and more surprised by the changes her sister was making. For Dolores, Sofia, who arrived in Spain with an emergency and a child in her arms, was always cheerful, proactive, and feisty, but also calm; she left everythin
Sofia was surprised by what she found when entered. "Sofia?" Raymond stood up from a chair next to the luxurious hospital bed. He was dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt, white sneakers with a branded design. He was a bit disheveled but didn't look bad. However, his face... He looked like hadn't slept well. "I thought you'd be... worse?" she commented. "What are you doing here? Did Leonel let you come? I can't believe he let you see me like this." She had her eyebrows slightly furrowed, stopping in her tracks. "Leonel doesn't know I'm here. I had to escape as if I were a prisoner." Then she pointed at him with both hands. "What happened to you? I mean, a clinic?" He looked at her sadly. "Did someone tell you what happened to me?" She shook her head. "I have addiction problems."Sofia's lips parted, she never expected to hear something like that, especially not from someone like him. She suddenly remembered what the pizza guards, the same ones out there, said about Raymond. Th
There was no evidence of abuse either, only the recent text messages that Leonel couldn't help but reply to demanding Cord to leave him alone, perhaps with some bad word, something made him feel annoyed when it was criticized and used as the alleged abuse. Vos knew he would go to hell for not acknowledging what he had done to Elizabeth's car while she was inside, but for him, who claimed to have already been to "that" place, he wasn't too worried that someone would want to send him back to the frying pan. Also, he couldn't tell there what Elizabeth did, nor his intentions with her actions, because he would have to open a wicked world before the eyes of the law that didn't suit him; talk about forbidden people, mention powerful surnames, make very delicate accusations. If he had to pay for damages before the untouchable morals of Miss Cord, he would do it. It would not be the first time, and in fact, he had already done it with the purchase of that car that she refused to use, camoufla
Hours after the legal appointment with Elizabeth, Leonel entered his apartment with an angry face, although it was not because of what he experienced that morning with the blonde, but because of having to wear the sling and the impossibility of moving his arm well, when the doctor demanded that he didn't do it at all since he had to take care of the operation. Every time he took a bath, he used to move it a little and liked that the pain was less and less. He threw the jacket on the key table, it was slipping off again. Taking his corresponding steps, stepping out of the short area between the foyer and the rest of the apartment, he stopped short, having the living room in front of him, with the thick fabric blinds partially closed. The medium darkness of the evening and the status of the living room didn't prevent him from being able to see perfectly who was waiting for him in one of the armchairs. Sofia Sullivan stood up at the sight of him, she would hold her heart with one hand
Leonel and Sofia were in a part of the gear of the San Juan house, near the pool area. It was daytime, almost lunchtime. Both of them stood, hugging, enjoying the quietness they needed. She took her cheek off Leonel's chest to look at him, caress him, and let him caress her. "Are you feeling well?" she asked, worried. They had operated on him again; his internal stitches had been compromised, and she wanted to be careful not to hurt him. He smiled and denied it at the same time. "That's for me to ask you." He lightly caressed his girlfriend's left shoulder; she was wearing a short-sleeved blouse, and the dressing of her wound could be seen through the fabric. "Are you sure you don't need one of these?" He moved his injured arm a little, talking to her about the sling he was wearing again. "Your friend's wife told me it's not necessary." "Great. If Pilar says so, it must be so; it means you will heal soon." "Yes, she's very good at what she does, I'm glad you contacted that nur
"Baby, look at me! LOOK AT ME! Sofia, don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes, baby, keep looking at me... Hey, what are you doing? What are you doing?!" "We're local police, let us help. We have to take her immediately to the hospital," one of the officers announced in English, trying to get Leonel to let the authority that managed to get there do their job since the ambulance hadn't yet arrived and had to act fast. Leonel took his girlfriend in his arms, he wouldn't let that man touch her. He ran to the patrol car, his truck was further away. They opened the back door, he got in with her, the officer who spoke to him got in front of the steering wheel, a colleague of his in the other front seat, and they sped off with sirens blaring, while the co-pilot radiated the situation, calling for backup. Dolores, who was still in the street, was crying inconsolably, hugging Liam, placing her face against his chest with the intention of not letting him hear, or listen. Other policeme
"I'm sorry, officer, you can't make me get into any car, I haven't committed any crime." From the vehicle stationed behind, the back door opened. "Cut the crap, Sofia, and get in the car. Let's go." One step back, stiffening, holding her child tighter, the teacher could feel the sulfur stink emanating from the voice of Gael Cliff himself, who had spoken to her. "What are you doing here? No, no! Help!" She wanted to take advantage of the fact people were recording, shouting for help as a way of making them see that these guys were bad and wanted to harm them. "Help me, help us, please! Help! They want to kidnap us!" "Mom, Mom, what's wrong?" Liam's whimpering touched Sofia's heart, it made her angry at the discomfort of living through that dreadful moment. Her little boy was so scared. "It's going to be ok, honey. Leo and his people are coming for us; nothing bad is going to happen to us." "My dear son, wouldn't you like to see what I have for you in the van?" "Don't say a wor
Dolores approached Leonel a few minutes after Liliana cleaned the broken glass from the cup he threw on the floor. "Is it true what that article says?" Leonel turned his face to look at her "Excuse me?" "Sofia told me everything and I know it couldn't have been you who did that atrocity with that girl, but are you involved?" Leonel looked at her as if she had grown three heads. "Are you saying that I had her killed?" She looked at him with apprehension and doubt but also boldness and determination. "You aren't a meek dove," Leonel straightened up, "you have your past. All that money you show now must not have been earned in a good way and now this..." Leonel stood up from the chair, and Dolores took a step back. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the gesture. "Dolores, but what...?" "I called the police." Leonel stopped breathing. "What?" She felt a pressure in her chest. "I dialed the Interpol numbers and told them you were here. The numbers are listed in the articl
"Sofia, can I talk to you for a moment?" The teacher nodded to the principal of the school where she worked, then followed him into his office. "Sit down, please." She obeyed. "I'm so glad you came today. I understand you will no longer be attending the event with the mayor." «What?». Sofia looked at her cell phone screen, she had a missed call from Leonel. «So we won't be going to the event; he was surely calling me to tell me and giving classes I didn't answer him.» She made a mental note to call her boyfriend after that reunion. "Yes, well, I couldn't miss this last day of classes. Besides, I've made arrangements with some students in the higher grades to continue online classes to prepare them for next year's tests." "Are these classes private, or are they on the school's account?" She frowned. "Aren't they part of the academic curriculum?" "No, Sofia. If you're going to teach off-site, you'll have to charge the students separately." She was very surprised by the way the
Dolores found out every detail the next morning, her younger sister thought it was a good idea to tell everything. Dolores didn't like what was happening. She always accepted Sofia's decisions despite refuting them, but this time, she wanted to be more attentive. Leonel talked to Adam in the pool area. Sitting around one of the tables and under an umbrella, totally alone, taking advantage of the fact that Liam was in class and Sofia was working right there, the businessman was able to find out the health status of his lawyer's assistant through a phone call. Lawyer Adam Coney's worker had a severe blow to her head, doctors were keeping her sedated while she recovered from her injury, so she could not issue a statement yet. However, Adam filed the complaint with the emphasis of immediately finding the culprits of that attack, linking the assault to the Elizabeth Cord case, having the evidence in his hands of her attendance at that hearing which someone—they didn't know if it was Eli
It was a cool night, clear skies in that part of San Juan. The water was warm thanks to the pool system. Leonel had been swimming for a few minutes. It was a little difficult at first, but he found the perfect trick to do it without his arm. Now his feet were the only limbs submerged in the water. Wearing only a shorty-type swimsuit, he ingested some black soda with ice in a short glass. For the first time, he felt good. And the confirmation of this was given by the simple fact of being there with a group of people he could call Family. He thought of his mother. Living in the United States, south of Albany, she was the only blood family he had left. He had visited her little lately, although Frank helped him to make sure she lacked for nothing. He thought about bringing her to Puerto Rico, introducing her to Sofia, that she would also meet Liam and they would spend some time together in that beautiful place. While his longings and thoughts about it were shaping new plans, his cel
Lawyer Adam Coney's assistant arrived at his apartment on the outskirts of the Big Apple's largest Latino neighborhood. It was already late at night, she was carrying a huge fatigue, high heels that she was crazy to throw over any part of her apartment, and folders in her hand, along with a leather briefcase. Dressed in office attire, although with a slight dishevelment of her hair thanks to the cold that barely covered the long coat and the few beers on top ingested at the bar in the corner of the buffet, she lamented once again because that nice housing complex used magnetic cards for the doors, missing very much some keys as she fought with the system failure. About to launch another expletive, the young girl bent down a bit to set the gear on the floor so she could perform the task of unlocking her home with both hands. As she straightened up, a sudden push slammed her against the door. She cried out urgently, but no one would hear her, because the force of the gloved hand si
On the plane, the couple talked about Liam and the decision to live together. Leonel agreed to everything the little boy's mother proposed. It was not the best idea to sleep in the same room when they arrived. They wanted first to explain to Liam how the situation would be from now on, to see if he would accept it, but without stopping spending time together inside the house, investing more time between them as a new couple that longed to settle down in the middle of chaos and fear, with outings, in family life, now that Dolores was there and that the others seemed to join that nice circle. So it was done, all accomplished, and in a couple of days, which were work days for the teacher at the school, as well as school days for the child (these being the last school days of the year), they began to make room for Christmas; it was not yet December, but it was so close, that guided by traditions, they began to decorate the house. They had the time of their lives, as never before. Therap