DILUTING CONTRADICTIONS

Fire trucks arrive on the scene, making their way through the curious and opportunists. The police cordon off the scene and search for witnesses to the tragedy.

“Detective, a wounded soldier. He says that some very suspicious subjects were going to leave a car on the front sidewalk, and that a comrade went to stop them, and the driver shot him, so they returned fire, and that caused that terrible explosion.” A policeman informed his superior.

“I knew they were going to attack Ximena. And as usual, my boss didn't listen to me.”

“Detective, they took a lot of precautions, and that's why they doubled the guard.” The officer left to help the firefighters remove debris.

Ximena emerged from the chaos, filthy and disoriented, accompanied by escorts.

“Mrs. Ximena, are you hurt?”

“Detective Das, what happened? Do you know anything about Angelo?” Ximena greeted her, hugging her detective.

“It seems they were planning to blow this building sky-high to silence her. As for Angelo, I assumed he was