His jaw tightened a little. “It could’ve made you a lot of money.”
“But it failed,” I replied. “On purpose.”
“Yes.”
I didn’t look away. “Why Hugo Fernández?”
He hesitated for a moment. “He was a pressure point.”
“For who?” I asked.
No answer came at first. I didn’t move. “Say it,” I said.
He looked down at the table. “For your family.”
Maeve went still beside me. I stayed focused on him.
“Continue,” I said.
He let out a slow breath. “It was meant to shift control,” he said. “To remove stability in key areas.”
“Say it properly,” I demanded.
His eyes lifted briefly, then dropped again. “Your father’s position was too powerful.”
I nodded once. “Patrick wasn’t the target.”
“No.”
“He just took the fall.”
“Yes.”
I watched him closely. “Who pushed him into it?” He didn’t answer straight away.
“It had to be him,” he finally said.
“That’s not what I asked,” I replied.
His fingers tightened on the chair. “He was warned about the consequences of telling the truth,” he said.
“Meaning what?” I asked.
He spoke more carefully now. “Exposure. Loss of safety…Maeve’s safety.”
Maeve’s breathing changed beside me, but I didn’t look at her yet.
“Maeve was leverage,” I said. He didn’t deny it, so I moved on. “So Patrick took the blame.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Another pause. “He needed to.”
I nodded slowly. “Explain.”
He finally broke eye contact. “He was given support,” he said. “Scheduled payments. Protection for his family.”