Sara went ahead. Are you sure we can trust her? As sure as she is that the sun will rise tomorrow, Fernanda Torres has rejected bribes from drug traffickers and condemned powerful politicians.
He’s not afraid of anyone.
If anyone can stop this execution, it’s her. Dolores picked up the phone and dialed a number she hadn’t used in decades. Fernanda, this is Dolores Medina.
I need a favor. The biggest of your career. That’s it. Judge Fernanda Torres received them in her private office an hour later.
She was a 70-year-old woman with white hair and steely eyes that did not tolerate lies.
“This had better be true,” Dolores warned. “If you waste my time, no friendship will be worth anything.”
Fernanda, I’d like you to meet Sara Fuentes, the woman whose husband is to be executed today for allegedly attacking her. Fernanda looked at Sara with a mixture of astonishment and skepticism.
Can she prove she is who she says she is? Sara handed over documents, her birth certificate, her expired identity card, family photographs, and more.
her fingerprint that exactly matched Sara Fuentes’ official records.
It’s me, Your Honor, and I have proof that my brother-in-law Gonzalo attacked me on the orders of prosecutor Aurelio Sánchez. Audio evidence where they both confess everything.
Sara played the recordings. Fernanda listened silently to her impassive face. When the recordings finished, she spoke.
If this is true, we are facing one of the biggest judicial scandals in the country’s history. It is true, Dolores said, and we have less than 15 hours to stop the execution of an innocent man.
Fernanda stood up and walked to the window. “I’m going to call an emergency hearing, but I need you to understand something. Dolores.”
If Aurelio finds out about this too soon, he’ll pull out all the stops to destroy it. We need to act in secret until the very last moment. So, let’s act.
Fernanda picked up her phone. Prepare courtroom 5, closed hearing, maximum security, and make sure no one, absolutely no one, knows who is involved.
Final flashback. The night of the crime from Sara’s perspective.
Sara was in the kitchen when she heard the front door open.
She thought it was Ramiro who had forgotten something, but the footsteps were different, heavier, more purposeful. Gonzalo appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. His expression was cold, calculated.
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