“Are you trying to threaten my family from a courthouse hallway?” Doña Victoria asked.

“I’m giving you a formal invitation,” I said smoothly.

“Easter Sunday dinner is three weeks from today.

I’m inviting you, Alejandro, Paola, and the whole Mendoza family to my private home so you can see exactly how I live without your money.”

Doña Victoria’s laugh bounced off the hard concrete pillars of the plaza outside as we stepped through the glass doors.

“Your private home?” she said, turning to Paola with a dramatic shake of her head.