Chương 7
“And the cage?” Elena asked.
Sofía looked at her.
“The cage has no defense.”
It was the first thing she had said that sounded true without argument.
The admission did not soften Elena. It made her angrier because it removed the satisfaction of proving something Sofía had already accepted.
Salgado closed the folder.
“We will contact the witnesses and Dr. Cárdenas. Until then, neither of you will remove records or property from the hacienda. Señora Sofía, the no-contact condition with your mother remains in place except during supervised medical visits.”
“I have not been charged.”
“You may still follow instructions voluntarily.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I request formal restrictions.”
Sofía stood and collected her handbag.
At the door, she paused.
“Elena, the north pump stopped this morning.”
Elena stared at her.
“What?”
“Without it, the young trees will lose irrigation by tomorrow night.”
“Call the foreman.”
“He called me. I am prohibited from going home.”
“You’re not prohibited from making a phone call.”
“He needs approval to order the replacement part.”
“Approve it.”
“The supplier will not extend more credit.”
“How much?”
Sofía told her.
Elena almost laughed. It was more than the hospital deposit.
Sofía opened the door.
“Welcome home.”
The pump became Elena’s problem because problems did not wait for moral clarity.
She drove to the hacienda with Benítez and an officer assigned to preserve the property during the search. The courtyard looked smaller without people in it. Yellow evidence markers stood beside the cage. Her duffel had left a dark scuff on the stone.
Elena avoided looking inside the enclosure.
The foreman, Joaquín, met her near the equipment shed. He was sixty, sun-darkened, and missing the top joint of one finger. He had worked for Elena’s father and distrusted every member of the family for different reasons.
“The motor burned,” he said.
“Can it be repaired?”
“Everything can be repaired if no one asks when.”
“When?”
“A week, maybe two.”
“The young trees have forty-eight hours.”
“Then we need the new motor.”
“We don’t have credit.”
“I know.”
Joaquín spat into the dust.
“Your sister knew too.”
“Did she tell you about the sale?”
“She told me not to worry.”
“That was not my question.”
“It is the answer people give before they take away your house.”
Elena looked toward the line of worker cottages beyond the grove. Laundry moved on wires. A child rode a bicycle with one pedal.
“Did she promise relocation money?”
“She promised papers were still being reviewed.”
“Would you accept compensation?”
“For my father’s house?”
“It belongs to the estate.”
Joaquín’s face hardened.
“My father built it.”
“On estate land.”
“He built your nursery too. Perhaps you should move that.”
Elena exhaled.
“I’m not here to fight with you.”
“Then you came to the wrong farm.”
They inspected the pump. Elena understood engines well enough to know when someone was pretending a simple fix existed. The wiring had burned black. The motor casing smelled like hot metal.
She called three suppliers. One had the model but required full payment. Another could deliver in five days. The third offered a used unit with no warranty. Elena transferred the remainder of her savings for the used unit and arranged delivery that evening.
Joaquín watched her confirm the payment.
“That was foolish,” he said.
“Probably.”
“You did not inspect it.”
“You said we had forty-eight hours.”
“I said the trees had forty-eight hours. I did not say buy the first piece of junk over the phone.”
“You could have said that earlier.”
“You could have asked.”
They looked at each other.
Then Joaquín smiled despite himself.
“You are your father’s daughter.”
“That is not always a compliment.”
“It was not today.”
Inside the house, Salgado and two investigators worked in the blue room. Files covered the long table. The cream wallpaper had peeled near the window, revealing a strip of bright blue paint beneath.
Elena stopped at the doorway.
A memory arrived without warning: her father lifting her onto the desk so she could press her thumb into a red ink pad. He had been teaching her how contracts were signed when people could not write. She had stamped little red ovals across a blank page. Sofía, already serious at fifteen, had scolded them for wasting paper.
On the shelf behind the desk sat a ceramic horse Elena had made in school. It had one short leg and leaned permanently to the left.
Salgado followed her gaze.
“Yours?”
“Yes.”
“It’s ugly.”
“I was eight.”
“You had hands at eight.”
Elena picked up the horse. Dust marked its outline.
“What have you found?”
“Loan statements, payroll records, property assessments, correspondence with the buyer.”
“Anything about Mama?”
“A notebook in your sister’s handwriting. Medication times, meals, episodes of confusion.”
“That sounds responsible.”
“Some pages are responsible.”
“And the others?”
Salgado showed her an entry.
February 11: Mother refused meeting. Said land belongs to dead people and birds. Increased evening dose. Slept by nine.
February 12: Mateo came at ten. Mother calm but asked repeatedly where Elena was. Signed after lunch.
Elena read it twice.
“Increased evening dose.”
“Yes.”
“She drugged her before the signing.”
“Possibly. The entry does not identify the medication or amount.”
“She wrote it.”
“She may claim it followed medical instructions.”
“Cárdenas prescribed half a tablet at night.”
“We are obtaining records.”
Elena touched the paper.
Salgado pulled the folder away.
“Do not.”
“Sorry.”
“You say that quickly for someone who dislikes it.”
Elena set the ceramic horse back on the shelf.
“Can you stop the sale?”
“We notified the registry. The buyer has agreed to pause voluntarily for seventy-two hours.”
“Why voluntarily?”
“They do not want their company associated with an elder-abuse investigation.”
“That sounds convenient.”
“It is temporary. Their lawyers are already arguing that the power of attorney remains valid.”
“What happens after seventy-two hours?”
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“Either we present enough evidence for a court order, or the civil attorneys request an injunction, or the buyer takes the reputational risk.”
“We don’t have a civil attorney.”
