Chapter 19

I turned my attention to Solange, wanting to hide the shock and satisfaction, because even unintentionally, I had infiltrated Picasso's cradle. I didn't just give him a good impression, but also my own mother. Who knows what I could achieve if she kept gossiping about subjects that she didn't consider incriminating? It took a lot of effort for me not to smile for the victory.

"Mari didn't tell me anything," I spoke in a submissive and cute tone of voice, faking a shocked expression to Solange. I was really amazed by the situation, but the desire to celebrate was greater. "I'm sorry, Sol. I didn't know.

But I could have presumed it. Why the fuck would the owner of the favela be going to a corner bar, if he could drink in his own house? It was obvious that he would use the place only for profit. It only remained for me to know if the nights at the bar were made to talk about the goods received, to arrange the receipt, or just to