Ms. Elena walked towards the phone as if in a trance. Mr. Rodrigo tried to stop her, but one of the policemen stopped him with a specific gesture. Elena picked up the phone and took the call.
A young woman appeared on the screen. She looked to be about twenty-eight years old, with long blonde hair and a broad smile. She was lying on a bed with sheets on it that I immediately recognized: the “business class” sheets that Mr. Rodrigo supposedly used for his late-night meetings downtown.
“Honey, have you spoken to the lawyer yet?” the woman on the screen asked, before realizing it wasn’t Mr. Rodrigo on the phone. “When are you going to tell him…”
He remained silent, watching Mrs. Elena’s face.
There was a moment of complete silence. Then Mrs. Elena spoke with terrifying calm.
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