“Captain, this is Valeria Cruz, owner of the house in Costa Esmeralda, kilometer twenty-seven.”

A pause.

“Of course, Mrs. Cruz. Is there a problem?”

I looked toward the road leading to the beach.

“Yes. My property has been occupied without my permission. There are more than fifteen people inside.”

His voice instantly sharpened.

“Do you want us to come immediately?”

“Yes.”

I hung up.

Then I called my lawyer.

“Attorney Ortega, I need to file a trespassing report.”

“What happened?”

I explained everything quickly.

“Legally, you are completely within your rights,” she replied. “The house is registered only in your name.”

“I know.”

“Then let security and the police handle it. Don’t confront them alone.”

“That’s exactly my plan.”

I hung up.

My last call was to the property manager.

“Hector, are the electronic locks still active?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Disable all access codes except mine.”

“Right away.”

I leaned back in the seat.

The sky outside was turning orange with sunset.

For a few minutes I simply sat there breathing.

Old Valeria would have cried.

But I wasn’t that person anymore.

Ten minutes later, two black vans drove down the road toward the beach.

I smiled slightly.

Captain Morales moved fast.

I drove back.

When I arrived, the vans were parked in front of the house.

Three security guards stood at the entrance.

And inside…

chaos had already begun.

The door was open.

Ricardo was shouting.

“This is ridiculous! We have permission to be here!”

Captain Morales stayed calm.