I have to find my grandfather.” He did not know he had a grandfather.

He only knew, from somewhere deep beneath the sedative, that the man in the cemetery had looked at him as though he mattered — and he reached for that as the dark came down.

Chapter 12 — Minutes Too Late

Minutes later — only minutes — Aurelio’s car reached the building, with Cristóbal beside him and a second lawyer already on the phone to the Prosecutor’s Office.

They were too late by the width of a held breath.