“Which transport company?” he asked.
Teresa checked the sheet.
—North Castle Logistics.
The hallway fell silent.
The social worker looked up.
Lucia didn’t understand.
But Alejandro did.
Too good.
Logística Castillo Norte was one of his subsidiaries.
He did not handle the day-to-day operations of each transaction.
He had hundreds of employees.
Accidents.
Insurance.
Processes.
But that surname in the file was no longer a distant coincidence.
Now he was going right through it.
“I need that file,” he said.
He asked for it in such a controlled voice that the prosecutor knew another dangerous door had just been opened.
In less than an hour, his lawyers sent him the documentation.
Julian Torres.
Thirty-two years old.
Driver.
Accident in loading yard.
Compensation approved, but withheld due to inconsistencies in guardianship and beneficiaries.
Transfer not completed.
File frozen.
And, as the main contact for “family support”, there was a name that made Alejandro clench his jaw.
Ricardo Morales.
The supermarket manager.
