Chapter 3 - THE FIRST DOMINO FALLS

Two days later, the LAPD knocked on the green front door of my childhood home. From my parked rental car down the street, I watched through the windshield as Diego paled. Two detectives asked him to step outside. They weren't arresting him yet; they were just reopening an inquiry based on "newly discovered digital anomalies." Panic is a virus, and as Lucia peeked through the blinds with a terrified expression, I watched my brother catch it.