Maria tapped with her fingertips.
Once.
From there.
Three.
They waited.
Five seconds.
Three.
Finally, the door opened just enough for a tall man to appear.
The quarantine.
Hair perfectly styled.
This kind of attitude is more common among those who seek to control the image they project.
— Good evening, officers.
Too serious.
It was as if he owed everything to the stage.
— I am Thomas Miller.
Daiel spoke in a professional voice, without asking permission.
— We received an emergency call from this address.
Thomas frowned, feigning surprise.
— It must be a mistake.
Daiel didn’t move.
Perhaps a picture of a child and the text “Dangerous Snake Sazne Enclosure_ Snake”.
— A little girl called.
