Chapter 32

"And won't the police even suspect that I'm the one who's killing in your name? "I asked with an arch of eyebrows.

Picasso shrugged.

"Not if you get their trust once again. If, at the same time, you fulfill the operation you were tasked with carrying out in here.

I giggled ironically, patting me a little on the forehead, as if Picasso's wonderful idea hadn't even crossed my mind.

"Wow, really? Why didn't I think about it before? Of course. I will continue with the mission, and you will give me the information so that I can pass it on. Thus, I have the police believing that I have no idea of anything you have implanted in my mind, and you are benefiting from all my gifts to kill, I will continue to live, until one side gets tired and shoots me in the head. Perfect, Picasso. You're the whole fucking genius.

"Yes, that's it," he said, cynical. I closed my face, Picasso opened a smile. "You're being ironic, but I'm serious, Juliana. I want you to give me so