“I got the message, honey. You can rest assured about me!I admit that it's good to hear this to be aware...Just a moment and I’ll give you the address and opening hours of the clinic”, he promises, as he opens his leather jacket and takes out his notepad.“Boss, if I finish it soon, I can go to the production company.It’s no problem for me... I could even pretend to be a fan or someone from the press, who knows...”, she suggests when offering.“It could be, but in cases like this, in my experience, the places we go to initially can take us to others successively, and if more and more is contributed to our line of investigation the best thing to do is to follow the flow or like me and my colleague called it: “the path of stones”.I didn't mention this to our contractor, but based on good investigative experiences, that's how it always worked in the cases in which Garcia and I got very far into the evidence. When we start an investigation, it guides us...What we need is similar to a
“I'm sorry..., but the good news is that everything can be fixed, everything can be fixed..., even if it's just one way...If there is any unforeseen event, we will talk to you by phone. From today onwards, we won't see each other in public... I don't want you to suffer anything because of my recklessness in talking to that model and her ex-fiancé’s lawyer. The stupid thing was done by me.”, the old detective still laments.“I clearly understand, boss!”, she shows that she is willing to be guided by the old man, even though she knows that she still has a broader vision of everything that needs to be done and the necessary care.“Know that I will make an effort to overcome this situation that ended up exposing us to danger.... I still don't know how, but I have to find a way around it...Maybe releasing us from the case to the Police Department... anyway, I'll think about it.”, he says, showing concern.“I'll also think about something and, if I come up with an idea, I'll let you know,
Now, since taking on this first case as a private investigator, he has enough to pay three professionals who come back every 8 hours to take care of his wife's needs at the most expensive hospital in the state.He passes straight through the double bedroom, which is more reminiscent of a hospital, and goes straight to the second bedroom where there is barely enough space for a wardrobe and, upon opening the doors, he looks for a specific set of clothes.He takes out a well-tailored black suit that he had only worn a few times, only on special occasions, and places it under the bed, then takes off the informal clothes he often wears and goes into the tiny bathroom to take a shower.When you change, you look like another man. Add a nice red tie and a pair of shiny shoes.One night he had had a nightmare where he performed the same ritual as now, but to go to his wife's funeral.He looks at one of the walls in the room and sees the last photo he took with her.The smile that became not o
As in a flashback, the old detective can review some words of his corrupt colleagues, where one of them said:“Santiago..., everything in life has a value..., it has a cost or a motivation. Tell me how much a fair... is worth? Some compliments like: congratulations on having done your duty well...!?But if we are paid for this and... if we are ready to receive payment for it, what value does praise have after a duty done? When you do what must be done, it is nothing more than a duty that we are morally obliged to...!”In parallel to this, investigator Santiago found himself receiving, not surgery for his wife, but what he received from a doctor and, from the health system that his taxes paid for, was a compliment.But even though at that moment the price paid for integrity was irrelevant to covering the old detective's real need. He remains intact until now, aiming to receive the agreed amount from the client who hired him, making it worth the effort for the service provided which, de
OPPOSITE TWINSThe Origin of the Lady...“Every being can be whatever the mind wants to be... and the heart, in short... will conceive.”In one of the city's most noble neighborhoods, among the various mansions protected by high walls and immense gates, similar to castles, lives a peaceful and discreet elderly man. Isolated from everyone, as well as the other neighbors.It was June, it was already past 10 pm on Saturday and, as always, he was waiting for someone. Taking into account the posture and the constant looking at the hands of the clock on the wall, there was a delay. But he, on that specific night, was accompanied by some characters characterized as figures from medieval times. All together in the huge room full of expensive paintings and rustic furniture. The only thing that was not part of the scene, due to modernity and technology, was the seat with wheels in which the old man was confined.Finally, it was possible to hear, even for those using a hearing aid, the movement
More than two hours later...Young Rúbia was on the upper terrace of the mansion, lying in one of the hammocks, reading a book. At that exact moment, two police officers arrived at the main door of the property and spoke something to one of the housekeepers.“We are very sorry to bother you, but about thirty minutes ago we received a report of what appeared to be a fire starting at a property neighboring yours. When responding to the call, we found out that it was the aircraft owned by Mr. Reid, and for that reason we needed to speak to him or his wife.” Justifies the agent, in a calm way.At that moment, the lady seems not to have understood and just stares at the man, without even saying a word. Seconds after the pause, with his breathing quickening and almost unable to speak “neither he nor his wife are here, there is only his daughter on the upper floor...”“Do you know where we can find them?” Asks the other agent, who appeared to be a firefighter.“Unfortunately, you already fou
More than a minute later, cousin Bruce, who is watching her from the balcony of the house, becomes impatient and, at the same time, curious to see what was beyond that beautiful and shapely leg. She alone had already received the highest beauty score.He can't contain himself when, instead of leaving the vehicle completely, she puts her leg back inside. So, the young man, who normally does not move from where he is to receive anyone, because, throughout his life, men and women have moved towards him, decides to break protocol and goes out to meet that mysterious woman, who, in understanding him, she arrived from her trip before the date, eager to meet him.At the exact moment he takes long steps towards her, Rúbia, coincidentally, gets out of the car and walks with her head down, looking at the papers, towards him, who in turn stops immediately, feeling as if a tranquilizer dart hit your chest at the level of your heart. She feels the sting and pain followed by an inability to move.T
“Mister Bruce?” Asks the man, who, apparently, is his right-hand man. The redhead didn't even notice his presence next to him. Not even the moment he approached.“Tony, my friend! I confess that I have never felt anything like it. I can't even feel my whole body, I've lost the rhythm of my breathing, I feel suffocated...” admits Bruce, leaning on his friend.“Did you forget that we’re leaving in forty minutes? Or, perhaps, aren’t you going to start your return trip to Europe this morning…, as you had planned?”“My dear, I can't even take a step in any direction, unless it takes me closer to her...” he confesses, somewhat thoughtfully.“Is that what I’m thinking?”“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but that’s what I’m feeling.” He concludes, smiling with satisfaction.Bruce and the advisor spend a few minutes outside the mansion, as they are analyzing some type of diary and checking some pages followed by others. For those who are far away, it is possible to notice the redhead shaking