Benjamín’s blood turned to ice. “Home?”
The investigation stalled until Benjamín noticed the letters. Liliana’s killer, a young man named Isidoro Gómez, had been writing her obsessive notes for months. Your eyes follow me. When you sleep, I watch.
And that, Benjamín thought, was the cruelest sentence of all.
Not Liliana’s. Gómez’s. They were still open, wide and white, staring up through the crack in the concrete. But there was no terror in them. No pain. Only a terrible, patient peace.
The line went dead.
Then, the disappearance. Gómez vanished. And three months later, Benjamín’s closest friend—and secret love—Irene Menéndez Hastings, a brilliant, icy judge’s daughter, found a note on her desk: You see too much. Next time, I’ll leave the eyes open.
