“I was going to search it.
“Keep your excuses, too,” said Don Manuel.
He left the room without looking back.
At the reception, the agents stopped writing.
The administrators stopped moving.
The news was already running through the entire police station.
They had arrested the director of the National Agency.
And now the National Agency was in.
Javier Robles and Marta Salas were by the hall.
Don Manuel passed in front of them.
Javier made an almost invisible gesture.
Don Manuel returned it.
That was enough.
Outside, Carmen ran to him.
He hugged him so hard that don Manuel had a hurt at his ribs.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.
Manuel, please tell me this is over here.
He looked at the police station.
No, Carmen. Here it begins.
Forty-five minutes later, Don Manuel came back in.
I no longer wore the grey vest.
Now he was wearing dark blue suit and a federal badge on his belt.
