“I was just sitting around, waiting for my wife.
Richard didn't even hear it.
“Spoil it. We clear it up at the police station.
People protested.
“He didn’t do anything!
We are recording it!
Leave him alone!
Sergio grabbed Don Manuel's arm and twisted it backwards.
“Hands on the back.
Don Manuel obeyed.
Click.
Click.
The wives closed on their dolls.
Too tight.
Then Sergio did something that no one in that park would forget.
He put a hand on his head and forced him to kneel on the lawn.
Don Manuel’s knees hit the earth.
His pants were stained.
Sergio leaned a knee on his back.
“He must have gotten up when I told him.
Twenty meters away, Javier Robles stood still.
The ball fell to his feet.
Now yes.
Now I remembered that face.
Seven years ago.
An internal investigation.
A young agent falsely accused by a corrupt superior.
His career about to die.
And a man from the National Agency entering the room and saying,
“From this moment, this case is taken by me.”
That man saved Javier.
That man was Manuel Rivas.
Manuel Rivas himself who was now on his knees in the park.
“My God,” Javier whispered.
He pulled out his pocket body camera, a custom he had never lost, and turned it on.
Meanwhile, an official car stopped by the sidewalk.
He lowered the window.
It was Alberto Flores, councilor of the municipality.
Inspector, everything under control?
Richard straightened up.
“Yes, Mr. Councilman. A minor problem. Breaking and disobedience.
Alberto looked at Don Manuel handcuffed on the floor.
For a moment he seemed to recognize it.
But he decided not to.
-Okay. We have to keep this park safe.
He went up the window and left.
Sergio lifted Don Manuel out of a tug and took him to the patrol car.
People made their way.
Mobiles up.
Forty cameras recording.
The crying girl got loose from her mother and asked:
“Mom, is that man bad?”
The mother, with tears in her face, denied.
No, honey. It's not bad.
Sergio opened the back door of the car.
He put his hand over Don Manuel’s head and pushed him inward.
But he did it wrong.
By the way.
Don Manuel’s forehead crashed into the frame.
Toc.
“Beware of the head, Grandpa,” said Sergio, with a smile.
