Chapter 10 - THE HOUSE IN SAN ANTONIO
The phone went dead.
For one second, I stared at the screen as if the call might reconnect on its own.
Then I dialed Beatriz back.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
No answer.
“Elena.”
“I’m calling San Antonio police.”
“He is inside her house.”
“We do not know that yet.”
“We heard him.”
“I know.”
Her hands moved quickly across her phone.
I gave her Beatriz’s address.
She relayed everything to the dispatcher.
A possible intruder.
A child at risk.
A suspect connected to an international custody fraud investigation.
When she finished, she looked at me.
“They are sending officers.”
“How long?”
“She could not promise.”
“That is not good enough.”
“It has to be for the next few minutes.”
I looked at Daniel.
He was still staring at Isabella’s photograph.
His small face had gone pale.
“Is he going to take her?”
“No.”
I answered too quickly.
Daniel noticed.
“You do not know.”
I knelt in front of him.
“No.”
“I do not know.”
“But the police are going to her house.”
“And we are going too.”
Elena’s head snapped toward me.
“Laura.”
“I am not staying here.”
“You cannot simply cross the border during an active custody case.”
“I have my passport.”
“Daniel may not be legally cleared to travel.”
“Then I go alone.”
“No.”
Daniel tightened his grip around my arm.
“You are not leaving me.”
The fear in his voice stopped me.
He had already been taken once that day.
He had already watched adults lie about who his mother was.
Now I was talking about crossing a border without him.
I sat beside him.
“You are right.”
“I am not leaving you.”
Elena paced toward the window.
“We need a lawful plan.”
“Then make one.”
“I am working on it.”
My phone vibrated.
A text from Beatriz’s number.
Only three words.
We are safe.
I called immediately.
This time, Beatriz answered.
She was breathing hard.
“Where are you?”
“In the laundry room.”
“Is Isabella with you?”
“Yes.”
“Where is Antonio?”
“Outside.”
“What happened?”
“He opened the back gate.”
“I thought he was inside.”
“He tried the door.”
“He told me to put the phone down because he was standing outside the window.”
I closed my eyes.
Relief hit me so hard it hurt.
“Police are coming.”
“I know.”
“I called before I called you.”
“Good.”
“Laura…”
Her voice shook.
“He knows everything.”
“What does that mean?”
“He knows Isabella’s school.”
“He knows my husband’s job.”
“He knows where my mother lives.”
“He said if I talked to you, he would report the adoption as illegal and have Isabella placed in state custody.”
“He is trying to scare you.”
“It is working.”
I could hear Isabella crying softly in the background.
I lowered my voice.
“Beatriz, listen to me carefully.”
“You did not steal her.”
“You were lied to.”
“You believed you were adopting a child whose mother had died.”
“None of this is your fault.”
“What if the authorities do not see it that way?”
“They will.”
“You do not know that.”
“No.”
“I do not.”
“But I know who committed the crime.”
“And I know who raised Isabella for seven years.”
Silence followed.
Then she whispered, “She calls me Mom.”
My throat tightened.
“I know.”
“I do not want to lose her.”
“I do not want to take her from the only mother she remembers.”
The words surprised both of us.
Daniel looked up at me.
Beatriz began crying.
“You mean that?”
“Yes.”
“I want the truth.”
“I want her safe.”
“And I want the chance to know her.”
“But I will not punish her for what they did to us.”
A loud knock sounded through the phone.
Beatriz gasped.
Then a man called from outside.
“San Antonio Police.”
Relief rushed through me.
“Go carefully,” I said.
“Keep Isabella behind you.”
Beatriz opened the laundry-room door.
I heard footsteps.
A lock turning.
Men speaking.
Then an officer took the phone.
“Ma’am, this is Officer Collins.”
“Is everyone safe?”
“The homeowner and child are safe.”
“What about Antonio Armenta?”
“No one is currently on the property.”
“He was there.”
“We found signs someone entered the backyard.”
“We are checking the area.”
“Do not let Beatriz leave.”
“We are not detaining her.”
“No.”
“I mean do not let her go anywhere alone.”
“He may come back.”
“We will advise the family on protective measures.”
“He is not a normal stalker.”
“He coordinated forged documents, a child switch, and an attempted international removal.”
“Ma’am, I understand you are concerned.”
“No.”
“You do not understand.”
I heard myself becoming sharper.
More desperate.
The exact version of me Eduardo had spent weeks creating on paper.
I stopped.
Forced myself to breathe.
“My attorney can send the police reports and court filings.”
Elena took the phone.
She spoke calmly.
Professionally.
Within minutes, she had arranged for evidence to be sent to San Antonio authorities.
When she ended the call, she looked at me.
“You almost gave Eduardo exactly what he wanted.”
“I know.”
“Then do not let panic control you.”
“My daughter is being threatened in another country.”
“And that is why we need you credible.”
The sentence hurt because it was true.
My phone buzzed again.
A message from the investigator, Mateo.
He had found flight options.
The earliest route to San Antonio required traveling through Mexico City.
But before we could book anything, Elena received a call from family court.
She listened in silence.
Then closed her eyes.
“What?”
“The emergency hearing has been moved to tomorrow morning.”
“Why?”
“Eduardo’s attorney claims you may flee the country with Daniel.”
“He was planning to flee.”
“I know.”
“Can we delay it?”
“No.”
“If you miss the hearing, Eduardo could argue that you abandoned the proceedings.”
I stared at the dark window.
Antonio had threatened Isabella in Texas.
Eduardo was trying to trap me in Mexico.
They were still working together.
Even from separate police stations.
“What do we do?”
“We win the hearing.”
“And Isabella?”
“San Antonio police protect her tonight.”
“That is not enough.”
“It has to be.”
My phone rang again.
This time, it was an officer from the Cuernavaca station.
“We need you to come in.”
“Why?”
“Silvana Armenta has requested to make a formal statement.”
Elena and I exchanged a look.
“What does she want?”
The officer hesitated.
“She says she knows where Antonio is going next.”
“Where?”
“She will only tell you in person.”
Thirty minutes later, we entered an interview room.
Silvana sat behind the table wearing borrowed gray clothing.
Her hair was tied back.
Without the expensive blouse and gold earrings, she looked younger.
Smaller.
But not harmless.
She looked at Daniel through the glass.
He hid behind Elena.
Silvana’s face changed.
The arrogance disappeared.
For the first time, I saw grief.
“Do not look at him,” I said.
Her eyes moved to mine.
“He is my son.”
“No.”
“You gave birth to him.”
“I raised him.”
“You stole seven years from me.”
“I did not know.”
“Not at first.”
She looked down.
“No.”
“When did Antonio tell you?”
“Eleven months ago.”
“And what did you do?”
Her jaw tightened.
“I confronted Eduardo.”
“Then slept with him?”
Her eyes flashed.
“I wanted access to Daniel.”
“You wanted my house.”
“No.”
“You wanted my accounts.”
“Antonio wanted the money.”
“Eduardo wanted the house.”
“What did you want?”
She looked toward Daniel again.
“My child.”
I leaned closer to the glass.
“Then why did you terrify him?”
“I never meant to.”
“You made him practice lies about me.”
“Eduardo said it was the only way.”
“You told him to call you Mommy.”
“I am his mother.”
“You are the woman who helped abduct him from school.”
Her face tightened.
“I thought once you were legally removed, he would adjust.”
“Children do not adjust to having their mother erased.”
Silvana looked down.
For several seconds, she said nothing.
Then she whispered, “I know that now.”
I did not believe remorse had brought her there.
Fear had.
“What do you know about Antonio?”
“He is going to move Isabella.”
“From San Antonio?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Tonight if he can.”
“How?”
“He has documents.”
“What kind?”
“A passport.”
“For Isabella?”
Silvana nodded.
“Under another name.”
My stomach turned.
“What name?”
“Valentina Armenta.”
“Where will he take her?”
“He has a private driver in Texas.”
“Then they will cross into Mexico through Laredo.”
“Why bring her back?”
“Because the original plan is dead.”
“What plan?”
Silvana looked at Eduardo’s empty chair.
“He wanted both children.”
“Eduardo wanted Daniel.”
“Antonio wanted Isabella.”
“Why?”
“Leverage.”
“Against whom?”
“Everyone.”
She leaned forward.
“He does not care about family.”
“He cares about secrets.”
“He kept Isabella’s identity hidden so he could control Eduardo.”
“He told me the truth so he could control me.”
“And now that the police are involved, he will use her to bargain.”
“With who?”
“You.”
The answer was immediate.
“He knows you will trade anything for her.”
Silvana’s eyes dropped toward my hands.
“Your accounts.”
“Your company.”
“Your testimony.”
“He thinks you will give up all of it.”
I sat back.
“He is wrong.”
Silvana smiled bitterly.
“No.”
“He is not.”
“You would.”
I looked through the glass at Daniel.
Then thought of Isabella hiding inside a laundry room in Texas.
She was right.
I would trade everything.
But Antonio did not understand one thing.
I had spent my entire career protecting people from financial traps.
I knew how men like him thought.
They believed desperation made people stupid.
Sometimes it made them precise.
“Tell me how he contacts you.”
Silvana hesitated.
“Through a secure application.”
“Give us the account.”
“I want a deal.”
Elena stepped closer.
“You are not in a position to demand one.”
“I am the only person who can get him to answer.”
“Then prove it.”
Silvana looked at me.
“Give me my phone.”
The officer objected.
Elena negotiated limited access under supervision.
Silvana typed a short message.
The mother knows about the girl.
A reply arrived less than a minute later.
Then tell her Friday remains the deadline.
Silvana looked at me.
“What deadline?”
I asked.
She swallowed.
“The bank transfer.”
“The one Eduardo scheduled.”
My mind sharpened.
Antonio still believed the accounts were accessible.
He had not learned about the fraud hold.
“What happens Friday?”
Silvana read the next message.
Her face went pale.
“He says if the transfer fails, Isabella crosses the border under a new identity.”
“And if it succeeds?”
“He sends the location.”
Elena looked at me.
“This is extortion.”
“No.”
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I stared at the screen.
“This is our trap.”
