Chapter 72

I start to think about what is happening. My anger is becoming difficult to control. Next to me, Pimp does nothing but look sideways, fascinated by what he sees.

“Fuck, Oscar,” he says to me, “You’re a fucking king.”

I look at him and don’t answer.

He is not to blame for what is happening, and he is not going to pay for my anger. It is aimed at the one who has organized this pantomime. Every man who sees me is surprised and makes the sign of the cross. Who would have told me that now, the hit men, are so religious? We enter my house because it is my house, even though everyone is treating me like a guest. I walk through the door and see that even the decor has changed. I take a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

“Excuse me,” the man catches my attention. “It’s about...”

“It’s my house,” I tell him sharply. “I know perfectly well where everything is. If you don’t mind, leave me alone.”

“My job is...” he begins to say to me.

“Your job is paid f