Chapter 43

My head is working at a million revolutions per second. The trip from the living room to the van, where I pick up the backpacks with the money, and back, I think, barely takes a second. I throw them, full of money, towards where the armed men are. I avoid looking at David lying on the ground. I didn’t expect it, but the person sitting next to my daughter stood up and took off his mask. He was not tied up, as it seemed, and it turned out to be my son-in-law.

“You shouldn’t have trusted me,” he says, smiling, “Don Braulio hired me as soon as I left Mireya’s house. You shouldn’t have forced me to quit; I had to look for another job, and the opportunity to kill the great Oscar, the d**g d**ler, keep his money and the name I would earn, was impossible to refuse.”

“How can you do this? I trust you with everything, with what I love the most, my daughter, and you do this to her?” I look at him with absolute disgust.

“You’re a son of a bitch.”

“It’s money!” He says wi