He was sentenced to life imprisonment for a crime he didn’t commit. Before being taken to prison, he asked to hold his newborn son for just one minute. But what he did while holding the baby shocked the entire courtroom and a multimillionaire.

Vicente swallowed hard.

He spoke without thinking.

And the whole room noticed.

The prosecutor frowned for the first time.

Mateo held Leo with one arm and raised the souvenir with the other.

“Are you worried about what’s inside?”, he asked, staring at Vicente.

—I am concerned about the issue of respect for this court.

No. He’s worried about his own reputation.

Silence reigned once more.

Dense.

That kind of silence that arises when a lie begins to crumble from within.

The judge extended her hand.

—Mr. Santos, hand the child over to the mother and the device to the court clerk. Now.

Mateo hesitated for two seconds.

Then she returned Leo to Clara with touching care.

He then left the souvenir in the hands of the court clerk.

Vicente put his hand in his coat pocket.

A small gesture.

But Matthew saw.

A security guard who was near the door also saw it. She immediately became tense.

“Hands up!”, he shouted.

Several heads turned at the same time.

Vicente slowly raised his hand.

Empty.

I was going to get my cell phone to call my lawyer.

“Nobody is going to call anybody,” the judge declared, “until we know what this contains.”

The journalists, who just a minute ago considered the case closed, seemed like animals sniffing blood.

One of the court technicians connected the memory chip to a laptop in the courthouse.

Those were a few eternal seconds.

The screen went black.

Then, a folder appeared.

It only had one name.

**ARANDA**

Nobody was breathing.

The technician opened the first file.

It was an audio recording.

The voice came out of the speakers with a dirty click.

“I don’t want there to be any mistakes,” a man said. “Julian signs tomorrow. He disappears tonight. And the driver too, if necessary.”

Mateo felt his hands grow cold.

I recognized that voice.

Everyone knew her.

It was Vicente.

In the next file, the same voice said something different.

“The kid is perfect. He has a minor criminal record, some debts, and he worked near the warehouse for two months. Bring him into the business. Buy from whomever you have to buy from.”

The prosecutor remained motionless.

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