He opened the car door and slid into the leather seat.

Oscar stayed on the sidewalk a moment longer, straightening his tailored lapels.

“Your husband’s company is closing a major debt extension this week, Elena,” Oscar said.

“Unnecessary curiosity from family members only creates complications.”

“I understand legal documents very well, Mr.

Garza,” I said.

Oscar narrowed his eyes, tapped his brass pen against his palm twice, and got into the car without another word.

By six thirty, the formal living room in Zapopan smelled of orange blossom tea and roasted almonds.