Chapter 40

I woke up scared the next day, before seven o'clock in the morning.

I couldn't tell if it was the rooster singing, or a car with loud music passing outside the house, or the screams of a neighbor who called for the dog and echoed through the walls of Telma's humble house.

Anyway, I woke up as if I had just submerged from a deep ocean. I gasped and sat down, seeking solid support to understand the situation.

I was disappointed to find out that all the events of the previous day had not been a dream, since I was still wearing that same outfit and had my head sore enough to remember hitting her against Picasso's face, when he gave the attack of anger for not being obeyed immediately.

I took a deep breath, organized my thoughts, and changed my priorities. I had accepted the agreement, sent a message at his behest to the police, and discovered that having a friendship with Mariana would not have been so bad before "since she was really on the side of the police.