The next day, I woke up in the morning and sent a good morning message to Flynn. He preferred to come home on Christmas Eve, so after drinking and laughing with Beatrice and Gildeon we said goodbye with a hot kiss and he left. I was surprised that I didn't receive a good night message, and I stopped that he hadn't even seen the last message I sent at dawn asking if he had arrived well. The symbol next to the message indicated that he had not received it, and that he would probably be without internet. I thought it was strange, but, very influenced by the fear that Izabel's words had given him some warning about my intentions, I decided to give him space so that he could think and realize that I only did well in his life. Even if that good was just to acquire your trust.So I got up without receiving a single message from him and tidied up my house while trying to distract my head. I danced alone while cleaning the kitchen, and hummed a trendy song, while getting ready for lunch at Beat

"I'm going to call the police and report the disappearance," Philip said with determination. "Flynn would never disappear that way. He always left at least one person aware of each of his steps. He just doesn't leave the house and leaves everything behind like this. Even on trips he takes the dog. Not to mention that he didn’t call his dad last night. They talk to each other every day.”"Wod he not want to disappear even if he was sad? "I asked."Wor would he be sad? "Philip asked, frowning. "Are you done?”"No... It's just that last night he ended up falling into the conversation of a friend of mine who likes to make predictions about other people's future... She said about seeing a shadow in him that indicated that he would be sick at some point, in which he ignored and asked her to see some things in gypsy letters to him. And I thought he would be bothered by what she said, although in the end it was a good thing.”Paul listened carefully, although his expression was distant, as if

Flynn pretended not to listen, and went to where I was, taking me by one hand and directing us to the door. His father kept talking, raising his voice so we could listen, but I heard Paul try to calm him down and then the sound of footsteps in a quick race. The sun hit our faces when we got to the courtyard, and Flynn didn't say anything, although he still held me firmly, and again I had the impression that he feared I would run away."Flynn" called Paul, in which Flynn just pressed the step, dragging me along with him. Paul got in our way and held out his palms in front of his friend to prevent him from continuing to walk. "Flynn, listen to me. You will need a car to leave. I have a car. I'll take you wherever you want. You don't have to run away. You can't disappear with so many questions that still need to be answered. If you keep hiding like this, people will end up thinking that your disappearance was on purpose for it to be found at the crime scene. You can't keep making things

I noticed that despite the tearful words and the mourning over his shoulders, Flynn also had some kind of admiration for the way Diana did not want to surrender. I knew that even after she died that woman would continue to occupy a very large space in her heart. The only thing that comforted me was knowing that now he could no longer go to her house in all the crises she invented to be having. She had got what she wanted. She joined her son after all."What else did they do? "I asked." Why did they put Diana's body in your car?”"Because they wanted to incriminate me. Because they had run my fingers through the knife, and would leave her by my side before carrying her body out. They put her in the seat inside the car, to stage that everything had happened inside, then they threw her in the suitcase like an unwanted luggage "he contained a sigh. "You heard she was in my truck because you read in the reports?”"No," I answered, and I didn't have to pretend I was shaken, because the memo

" Me too, my friend. My heart really broke when I found out... And I didn't even see him leaving the supermarket on the day of his resignation "I lied, shaking my head, like someone who feels deeply upset. "I liked Leo so much. I so wish he could take a turn in life, you know? We came from the same city. We had similar dreams. And the only thing I've known now is that you said about them not showing up anywhere. I think he must have returned to his homeland. Nobody wants to be struggling in a city where there's no one, right? I feel very sorry for him.”And I was even more sorry to have encouraged him to commit a cold-blooded crime, and that he still had plans to rob the supermarket. I suspected that he would still wait a while longer. At least until the dust has dropped since the murder of Diana Garcia. Because the news still provided information about the progress of the investigations, and so far the police of the capital still remained in the city, trying to seek as much evidence