Blaze’s POV
Nobody spoke.
Domingo stared at the photograph of his cousin.
I was losing patience.
“You want to explain why your mother's old house is connected to this?”
Domingo looked up.
“Esteban wanted that property.”
“Why?”
“I never knew.”
Edge leaned forward.
“Start talking.”
“My mother's family owned the house for generations.
"When my grandfather died, he left it to her.
"Esteban tried convincing her to sell it to him, but she refused.”
“And?” Train asked.
“She sold it to someone else.”
“Who?”
“I was young. I didn't concern myself with her property transactions.”
Chain turned his laptop toward him.
“Where's the house?”
“Outside San Miguel de Allende.
"A small village approximately forty minutes away.”
Chain began typing.
“Address?”
Domingo gave it to him.
