She answered on the second ring. “Alejandro? Is everything okay?”
For a moment, he could not speak.
Valeria’s voice sharpened. “Alejandro.”
“I need you to come to my suite,” he said.
“Now?”
“Yes. And bring your father.”
Valeria was quiet for half a second. Her father, Richard Lawson, was a retired federal judge with a soft voice and the kind of stare that continue reading …
