The second was the black SUV slowly turning onto the street behind her.
Rodrigo’s SUV.
My stomach did not drop.
It hardened.
He had not rushed home in panic.
He had arrived with reinforcements.
“I can show you the ownership papers,” I told the officers. “The house belongs to me. I bought it before the marriage. I paid the mortgage. The deed is only in my name.”
The younger officer blinked.
Doña Lupita stopped yelling for half a second.
Then the SUV doors opened.