Later that day, Octavio came home. Octavio was Rodney’s cousin who had warned him about Alberto when he first arrived at the mansion. Octavio went to Emilia’s room and was in there for a long time. When he came out, he went to the living room and started to drink. Rodney decided to join him.

“Emilia told me you were around,” Octavio said.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t believe that you’re only here for the little girl,” he said, taking a long sip of his beer.

“What do you think I’m here for?”

Octavio stood up and looked around. “Let’s go outside and talk if you want.”

“Okay,” Rodney said without questioning the rationale behind it. It was possible that there were recording devices here and there. For Alberto Roco to evade capture like that, he had to be very cautious. Rodney was pretty sure the man did not trust his own family.

“What is it?” Rodney asked Octavio when they were outside.

Octavio stood near a tree trunk, placing his leg on it. “You hate Alberto, and you wish you could do something to