Aunt Maria was waiting on the porch, worry etched on her face. "Mija, where have you been? Detective Park called"
"I'm okay, Tía." I hugged her. "We're okay."
She pulled back, studying my face, then looked at Kai. "Is Maya safe?"
"She's safe," Kai confirmed. "Extra security, home from school. Margaret's got her locked down."
"Good." Aunt Maria's expression softened. "Both of you, inside. I made dinner. And Kai, you're staying. I'm not letting either of you out of my sight until this is resolved."
We didn't argue.
Over dinner Aunt Maria's famous chicken enchiladas we filled her in on everything. She listened without interrupting, her expression growing more concerned with each detail.
"This tattoo," she said finally. "Can I see the image?"
Detective Park had given us a copy. I pulled it up on my phone.
Aunt Maria stared at it, and her face went pale. "Dios mío."
"Tía? Do you recognize it?"
