Morales swallowed hard, the implication of her words settling heavily in his chest. “Who does this, Jimena? The person you mentioned earlier?”

She nodded, tears welling in her eyes. “He says it’s to keep us safe, but… but I know it’s not right.”

Anger simmered within Morales, but he knew he had to remain calm for Jimena’s sake. “Where is he now?”

“At work,” she replied. “He doesn’t come back until late.”

“Good,” Morales said, relief mingling with the anger. “We have time.