First thing the next morning, Benjamin arrived at court for his preliminary hearing. I couldn't help but watch him through a screen. Blue suit, textbook smile, an army of devoted microphones. Claudia, from inside, sent us concise messages: "The judge is listening to him; he denies everything; he looks like a victim; he doesn't break down."

"And Camila?" Eva asked.

"She asked to reschedule. 'Urgent matters.' The judge summoned her again with a warning."

Román turned off the broadcast.

***

In Del Valle, the systems team had another front. Javier—the same one who owed Eva favors—showed us a map of internal traffic on a screen.

"They installed a backdoor weeks ago," he explained. "Subtle, as if it were a maintenance function. The tenth-floor access was just the bait. The fish is in another tank."

"Where?" I asked.

"In a guest VLAN. The kind they turn on when the press or suppliers come. From there, they pivoted to your folder, Isabella, and the construction plans."

"Can it be cleaned up?"