Chapter 58

Neguinho was already less pissed off when I passed him again, and stared at the radio as if he were a living creature. He watched me when I was beating my feet in anger, and took a look at the alley where I had come from. Apparently, he didn't find any trace of Pablo, because he put himself to follow me to the court again. I went through the ridiculous group of girls who gathered next to the screen, cheering for the t******rs of sweaty bodies.

I didn't notice if Picasso could be watching me, because my goal was just to get back close to Mariana. We had sealed a kind of alliance without actually making any vote. She was making my days less tedious, and I accompanied her on her outings to listen to new gossip and have something to report to the police. In fact, the moment I approached, she had just dialed a message, looking very attentive to the conversation of four men at the next table. I sat down and she paused the message to watch me.

"What is it? "She asked.