CHAPTER 73.

Carlos swirled the amber liquid in his glass as his phone buzzed on the desk. Without glancing at the screen, he answered—only three people had access to this line.

“Uncle,” Kate’s voice trembled through the receiver, carrying just the right hint of desperation.

A slow smile spread across Carlos’s lips. He leaned back in his leather chair, savoring the moment.

“Go on, my dear,” he drawled. “Tell me—what has your husband done this time?”

“I… I just found ...