“And if I refuse to leave this room?”

“Oscar has a formal criminal complaint for grand theft and bank fraud ready for the state prosecutor,” she said.

“You sign the uncontested divorce papers waiving every financial claim against Alejandro, or you spend the night in a police holding cell.”

I picked up the carbon bank slip and slid it carefully into the inside pocket of my coat.

She stood there smiling, with no idea that the paper in my pocket was valid legal evidence that I was the sole owner of the Varela Trust.

“Twenty minutes, Elena,” Doña Victoria repeated, turning and walking out into the upstairs corridor.