Just add another crime.
They took Don Manuel to a gray cell.
They took away his belongings.
Sergio kept his mobile in his pocket instead of registering it properly.
Another mistake.
Another test.
The cell door closed.
Don Manuel sat on the metal bench, closed his eyes and began counting.
Not out of fear.
By precision.
Outside, Marta pulled out her phone and wrote notes.
I didn't know exactly what I had seen.
But I knew that one day I would have to tell.
And that day was coming faster than anyone imagined.
Javier Robles entered the police station fifteen minutes after the arrest.
He was still carrying the burning body camera.
He saw Sergio next to the coffee machine, trying to act like he just did a good job.
“Molina,” said Javier. They told me you brought someone from the park.
Sergio lifted the chin.
“A problem. It's already where it must be.
