Chapter 87

Returning to the battalion was strange.

In fact, leaving the favela without any company of d*** d****rs and with Mariana sulking behind me, going down the hill to where our police team was waiting in a popular car, was very bizarre. That morning after the dirty sex with Picasso, I was in a mood worthy of putting up with any pain in the ass. However, when I noticed the police officers who had been assigned to escort us, I was even more sulky than Mariana.

Lieutenant Amaral and Lieutenant Pablo were there. Two men that Mariana and I could agree before any jury who had shown themselves without any loyalty to our work circle, since in different periods of time they attacked us and were contacting us to make veiled threats of warning. Neither of them said more than good morning to us, but Mariana and I exchanged a look of caution.

She had a firmer aura that day, but nothing guaranteed that if she was not pressed in the right way, she would not begin to melt