The younger siblings pulled curtains across every window.
I almost laughed at the absurdity.
Diez niños adultos.
Six grandchildren upstairs watching movies.
A retired school administrator standing barefoot in her own living room.
And somehow, after thirty years of ordinary family dinners, we were hiding from a man connected to secrets older than half the people in the room.
Emily susurró:
“What do we do?”
Arthur looked outside again.
The car across the street remained parked.
Its headlights were off.
“No hay pánico”, dijo.
Daniel resonó.
“You brought someone to our mother’s house and now we’re hiding in the dark. We’re past ‘no panic.’”
Arthur ignored him.
He called someone.
“It’s me,” he said. “We have company.”
A pause.
– Sí.
Another pause.
“Send them.”
Daniel grabbed Arthur’s wrist.
“Who did you call?”
“Federal investigators.”
Everyone froze.
Arthur pulled his arm free.
“Victor Shaw has been under investigation for financial crimes for nearly four years.”
