Chapter 88

When Mariana and I left the battalion, she looked like a lost child in a mall. The woman lost all her composure, began to cry and hyperventilate, desperate for her fate. I had nothing to say to her that could serve as a consolation. I knew how the corporation worked. If there was a suspicion, they would investigate to the bottom.

Luckily, I didn't have anything related to Picasso on my cell phone, but Mariana... Surely she had messages with Neguinho and the other girls in the community. The fact that she did not want to deliver, and still find an excuse "being that the police knew very well that she was always sending messages with information "was the same as shooting herself in the foot.

"Come, let's go home," I spoke to her, wanting to pull her arm in the direction of the taxi stand. Mariana didn't move. She was still in total shock. "Mariana, stay at my house until things work out. It doesn't matter if we can't go bac