Chapter 50

I didn't even let the words settle right, I would have time to think about them later.

"And do you know what were the things he found out about the police? "I asked with a arching of eyebrows.

"Perhaps," said Picasso, retaining the information. I withered. He opened a smile. "It's nothing that will change your life, you can be sure. But it's the reason for your father's death. I'm going to skip this part, since you seem so interested, and I'll come back to it when another work is finished.

"Where do you need me to go now? “I asked immediately.

Picasso shook his head.

"No, get some more rest. I don't want you to receive information from my brother, because he has a big tongue just like my mother, and if you decide you don't want to know anything anymore, you can be bipolar enough to inform all the advantage we have over the police.

I crossed my arms, making a streat of my mouth.

"If it's about the civil police being in communion with you, thi