“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.
Javier's blood was freezing.
He walked to the cell area.
He looked out the window.
Don Manuel was sitting with his eyes closed and his hands resting on his knees.
Then there was no doubt anymore.
It was him.
The man who saved his professional life.
Javier looked for Marta.
“File room. Now.
When they were alone, Javier spoke low, but every word weighed.
The man they brought is Manuel Rivas. Director of the National Agency.
Marta opened her eyes a lot.
The system confirmed it. Ricardo closed the laptop and ordered the alert to be cleared.
Javier felt a blow to his stomach.
“Then I knew it.
Marta nodded.
“I knew that.
They opened the internal file of complaints.
Javier knew old routes of the system.
Hidden folders.
Reports never sent.
Closed complaints without investigation.
The first file appeared.
Six months earlier.
Tomás Medina, accountant, arrested for “suspicious possession” after refusing to open the trunk for no reason.
The video showed Sergio sticking his hand in his own pocket.
Then a bag appeared that was not there before.
Thomas shouted:
That's not mine!
Sergio was smiling.
Second file.
Maria Santos, mother of two children, detained in front of the school for “maroearing.”
She explained that she was waiting for her children.
The little ones cried behind the gate.
Third file.
Luis Herrera, work worker, beaten with a baton while already handcuffed.
Medical report: kidney damage, surgery, debts, partial disability.
Javier kept opening folders.
Twenty-three cases.
Twenty-three broken lives.
And in all of them the same pattern appeared.
Sergio was acting.
Richard was protecting.
Alberto Flores, the councilor, blocked investigations from the municipality in exchange for favors, contracts and money that did not appear in any clean account.
Marta covered her mouth.
“This is not a bad agent. It's a network.
Javier looked at the safety monitors.
A red light flashed in every chamber.
Those lights are not ours.
What does it mean?
Javier checked the access.
Someone had entered the system remotely at half past two in the afternoon.
Two hours before the arrest.
Federal level.
Marta understood before he said it.
They were looking at us.
Javier nodded.
“And they keep looking.
They copied the files into two memories.
One for Marta.
One for Javier.
