Then she made her real mistake.

She glanced out the window at the pink SUV, and for half a second her eyes lit up with a raw, childish greed before she caught herself and hid it.

Too late.

I’d seen it.

And once you’ve seen greed without its mask, you can’t unsee it.

Rodrigo saw it too, and it frightened him more than my silence did — because men like Rodrigo know that loyalty tethered to luxury is always shopping for a higher bidder.