“What were they arguing about?” Méndez asked.
“Money,” Salomé answered. “And something my father called a betrayal.”
The colonel felt a cold sensation crawl along his spine.
The official report had stated the victim, Ramira’s husband, had been attacked suddenly without warning.
No mention of an argument.
No mention of Mateo being present earlier.
“Then what happened?” Méndez asked slowly.
Salomé’s voice became even quieter.
“I heard something fall… like a chair,” she said. “Then my father shouted once more, and after that everything became quiet.”
