Chapter 23

“This... This man... "I will be pissed, without being able to find words in the face of my shock. I just hoped that my face would contain the firmness that my voice no longer had. "How did he die?

"Oh, it's not a subject for this moment, Juju," said Solange in a trembling sigh. "It was horrible. You'd have nightmares for the rest of your life if I gave you details.

I raised my head, staring at it coldly. Solange had her brow slightly furrowed, in addition to her benched shoulders. There was a peculiar sadness surrounding his plump body. I no longer knew if I could interpret your reactions as something genuine or rehearsed. It hadn't been without a purpose. Not even my hiring in that damn bar, nor that invitation to eat a pudding.

The police already knew where I would work. Mariana was only the intermediary. So being in touch with Erick and his family was what they expected me to do. Not to mention that Mariana's mention of having given a "tea" to one of the high-ra