From the outset the story is cloying, the character is a love, loved by all, the typical acquaintance that if he commits a crime in cold blood, everyone will tell the reporter ‘Never! Unable to kill a fly ‘but who is it?

Guilty until proven otherwise, without proof, every word spoken by a suspect can resonate on the lips of an innocent.

The situations described are a product of fiction and imagination, you will love some characters, you will hate others or everyone, however, it is not useless to continue reading, I have used the characters as a bad example, what should not be done, in a society of normalized violence, where the conscience is lulled in order to achieve dishonorable goals.

It is clearly shown that one lie leads to another and others, it is a dangerous chain that entangles the plot with thin threads of morbid, perhaps suspense; If I awaken the spirit of the masked vigilante in you, I have hit the nail on the head, it is the cardinal. The exult in violence is also not good but there are scenes dummies that are not so fictional, are copied from the news media or ‘ the grandson stabbed his grandmother’, ‘throw woman acid his former partner’ or ‘un uncle killed to his family ‘then a tensor thread is created where the pinch is always felt of the writer to disconnect the idea that these heinous acts are normal, entertaining or isolated.

The mind is very powerful, fortunately it does not feed on poison, let’s go after the bad guy in the movie in a good way, we think that most of us got to play cops and robbers when we were little of age, liking more to represent those who enforce the laws and standards; if we put into practice kindness, mercy, kindness, consequently the chronicles will be better, losing their yellow color then they will be more pink or white. The information would be pedagogical.

 

First chapter

I do not remember anything

Josh lives in a nice two-story house in the capital of England, a gabled roof not made of wood, maybe concrete or cement amalgamated with waterproofing; Due to the simplicity of the prevailing white tone, together with the scarcity of ornaments and fringes, it can be described as modern or avant-garde; there are two roof windows one in the living room, the other in the bedroom. Certainly he possessed two high and low plants but the boy of twenty – four he managed without wanting wanting, giving air apartments bachelor separately. A door with an exotic draft varnished in reddish ink, devoid of knobs to call r and bells to warn but about to be touched…

– Good Morning!

– Ahhh! My head is going to explode, wait a minute, I recognize that voice…

– Detective González… Good morning! -Speaking he called again loud and clear-

– Just a moment…

– With all due respect… For someone who is the victim of an assault, I feel very calm.

– It is not surprising the late night…

The young man is dark, a tan color you can almost smell, raven hair and gray eyes. Although he is skinny, he is tall. The dress is common to walk around the house, a white shirt and short shorts, personal mania, barefoot.

– Customers can be guilty, there would be nothing strange –he said tilting his mouth. Are you totally sure you’re not a sleepwalker?

– Fuck you old man…

Josh slammed the door in his face. What did he think? To top it off, the detective service is not low priced at all, the gentleman behind the door has opened a large hole in his trouser pocket.

– Who do you think you are? A psychiatrist or a policeman? Finish spitting or I’ll call real professionals…

– Please accept my apologies Mr. Randall and consider my recommendations.

The detective, on the other hand, has a pale complexion, eyebrows and fine features, ash-colored eyes, almost always expressionless, he did not speak in a low tone but from his gestures it seemed he was speaking outside his body or gave the impression that someone else was handling him. communicating for him, substituting for him. He always wore the same shirt and the same brownish trousers or a jet-black raincoat that he only wore at nightfall, accentuating his thinness; A touch of color? Maybe the dark blue tie. Man with a discreet hairstyle and 20/20 sight. I don’t know if you heard what your client told you.

– Idiot, I am not firing you for lack of budget…

The door was closed, the conversation ended, between a rock and a hard place or between duty and losing. Randall, it is curator of art at the Museum of London, one small thing; a huge rock in the elevation. In his room he has the replacement of the stolen collection, an artist who didn’t even want to and who only captures still life’s and landscapes. Pretty paintings? Right, they are nice pieces. But that is not enough, neither here nor there, due to the force of the theft, such an important location had to be replaced by the gallery on the corner, of course, in the heart of England; leaving that bittersweet taste on the palate and possibly a letter of dismissal once the organic exhibition is over. It is true, had been working there since five years ago, daring to put his finger to the sore pretend to remember that nothing and no one is indispensable anywhere. Goodbye home, see you soon lazy life.

R., sits in front of the easel looking at what brushstroke could strengthen that bland landscape, a beach at sunset, which could be done by any retired housewife, frustrated when mixing paintings, decides to start remembering… Why don’t you remember anything about the incident?

– I need to connect the dots… I’ll change the sketch…

Wow! Piece of difference! Traveling from heaven to earth in a second, he kept printouts and some photos on his laptop.

– How did a homeless man make him paint in such a way? Anyway… Humility Josh humility… Next…

I try to recreate on a black background the perfect lines that were projected through the skylights in what seemed to be the entrance to an airport with cars scattered in perfect harmony, giving it that perspective necessary to call it a work of art. The works, it should be emphasized, were found next to a deceased who ended up on the street, losing his fortune, among others, his sanity or so old rumors say. I change that panorama for a three-story building with three windows on each floor, it looks simple to the eye, however, the result was waste of time and material.

– Ah? Not a five year old. Very ambitious of me, I need to reach other conclusions without getting my clothes or hands dirty.

He pulls out some photographs that he guardedly kept in a hidden compartment on his nightstand, beginning the comparison as a possible solution to the nitty-gritty. Incomplete for not taking the foresight and relying too much on himself. Nor guilty as thieves always arrive uninvited. The second addition is a vase with three spikes. The third, the upper corner of a three-story trapezoidal building with square windows is different from the one I tried to paint moments ago because the light illuminated the facade.

– As much as I spin the neurons I can’t cope. What is the coherence between the images?

We will discuss the materials used later.

– All black and white yujuuu!

The truth, each piece is a piece, worth the redundancy, a reality, a shattered soul, when analyzed it is a fairly complex puzzle.

– Yes, they are sad and gloomy but they come from someone who fell into the abyss of poverty. He has nothing abnormal, it would be confusing if he had started painting unicorns and wild ponies.

– Eureka! 3 floors, 3 bouquets of flowers, 3 windows… but why? Will it be a date, an address, a person? I’ll send it to the detective, see if I get the investment back.

He sent an email from his laptop, anxiously awaiting the answer, and there was no need to wait that long.

– RE : DG

Sorry for the inconvenience a while ago Sir. Thanks for following the suggestions. There is a flower shop near his residence, Floristería Las 3 R.

I was about to enter the place but I am a stranger in the area and my maximum intention is to go low profile. Follow the trail cautiously and let’s stay in touch.

Jumped Josh grabbed his first of her closet, a red hooded sweater gridded texture, striped shirt gray jeans and backpack type messenger leather brown, old standbys a os big headphones guindados on his neck and jewelery silver on her wrists, neck and fingers, do not misunderstand me, is the dress for employment played, corresponds to be impeccable in addition to the brand house designer or designers respected s.

He always walked that commercial street to get to his residence, the discomfort was logical because he made purchases online or delegated to other tasks, the dissimulation ended when he reached the facade of the florist, being such a busy street it is strange to see the Santa Maria open wide open with no one attending or a ‘I’ll be back’ sign

– Office?

Good Morning

Office!

Is it open or not? -He said speaking aloud-

A shelf full of vases crashed to the ground, amid the commotion is heard…

– Wait a second, I’m out… Good morning… How can we help you?

Scared to Josh who by snooping followed the sound of broken ceramic.

“Ahhh,” I exclaim, turning him around.

– Excuse me, I didn’t want to scare you. I was fixing some vases and accidents happen… I’m Abigail … The 3 R’s Florist, how can we help you?

– I… ahhh… I was passing by and…

The detail that froze the coordination is the appearance of the manager.

– Looking for something for your girlfriend?

– Ehhh yes, yes… he read my mind…

– You like roses, violets, sunflowers… How is the lucky one?

– She looks… uh… she has red hair, brunette…

– Are you flirting with me sir?

No, it was not his intention, his appearance was hallucinating, without a doubt, the person in front of him made an effort to hide his features, he was dressed as a woman, a pink dress, long reddish hair did not give the appearance of a wig, thick glasses, feminine accessories However, the color of skin, eyes, features, is literally looking in the mirror.

– No, yes, no, yes… I am very familiar with your face…

– I was just joking… you also make me familiar.

Are you from around the neighborhood? I have not seen him before in the store…

Her demeanor was far from suspicious, Abigail radiated serenity and calm.

– I live one block in front of the blue house… It’s a personal question but… Do you have tattoos? Birthmarks?

Josh Randall was born with a large birth mole on his right chest that he shaped by highlighting it by tattooing his skin. Abigail tossed her hair behind her shoulders in showing off her virgin complexion.

– You are daring stranger… -After hesitating to scrutinize him with his gaze, he said- It is fair to answer because you have told me where you live and if you were a malicious person you would evade the answer, my answer is… No… No I like them… I think that the permanent marks on the dermis… “They are a link for life, a symbol that you are capable of anything”

Saying that phrase, Josh’s vision darkened for a second as his subconscious showed him a glimpse of possibly an alter ego in different attire and in an offensive position.

– Yujuuu! Hey hey Earth calling Unknown, answer. -He called him waving his hands-

– Josh, Josh, my name is Josh… I had a déjà vu… -he thought, I would love to remember him because… – Do you have a phone? Can you give it to me?

– I have a smart phone but I can’t give it to you otherwise, how can I keep in touch with my loved ones? -He answered funny- I can give you my phone number or but I will not… You may be a pickpocket or a cold-blooded murderer…

Returning to having a rather realistic reverie episode, he closed his eyes touching his brow, changed the subject, proceeding at the speed of light.

– Ok, then let me pay for the vase so they don’t deduct it from your salary.

– No Josh, don’t bother…

– I insist, please, it’s not a bother…

– Thanks Josh, very kind… if you mind listening, you have earned some points with me…

Nothing, Abigail did not loosen signs of falsehood, it is an impenetrable wall, every movement she makes is too natural, and if it were true, would she not wear a mask? Her voice is feminine, her features, her physical appearance…

– See you later Josh… Thanks for your visit, come back soon…

Randall strode, desperate to send a statement to the detective in a hurry, if he had a cell phone, the rogue stripped him of his belongings yesterday.

– I’ll tell the detective what you think about it… No. No… Is that why González came to my house this morning? It’s possible. I’ll write you frankly.

Sweat streamed from the crown of his head, causing him to quickly remove his clothes, leaving him in underwear.

Typing awkwardly, he mentally pressed ‘hurry’ ‘hurry Josh’

MD :

And the manager gives me a bad feeling about the 1mag1ne in another clothes4… man… She’s a woman, she’s crazy4 she looks like a man… l0 but, she looks like me if she dressed as a woman!

I don’t have a brother. Her name is Abigail. That’s why he came in the morning4?

 

RE: DG

Affirmative Josh I have in my sights the saleswoman I have searched for her by the name ‘Abigail’ and in the database, there are no results. I have sent him to watch, always losing him on the trail when closing the premises.

His resemblance to you is chilling, yet verified. It is not his person.

If you can, sneak back tomorrow.

Keep calm.

 

RE1: Sir

Get out? He will come with me dressed as a woman.

Hey Relax, I have no desire to come out of any closet.

It is possible to follow the trail of those who want to harm me.

She will play the role of girlfriend.

 

RE2: DG

Have you lost your sanity? I AM NOT

 

RE2: Sir

I’ll wait for you at 10:00 am, when I count five stores towards the West…

 

NM: Chief Supervisor

Good evening Mr. Randall, I am waiting for a progress report on the new exhibition, hand it over to my office tomorrow.

 

– Got damn! The boss, what do I do? I say the truth? My working method has saved me by a hair because I never show my work until it is completely finished.

RE: Lucinda Johnson

Good evening Mrs. Johnson, the collection is quite fresh, coherent and naturally inspired, it is not as impressive as previous ones, if I may suggest, you can also support local talent.

I’ll report to you first thing tomorrow.

Best regards.

 

DM: Roger Madox

Greetings dear Randall I have been phoning you unsuccessfully, if you would be so kind to indicate if my works were presented or declined. Thanks in advance.

His intestines roared, the fast had already been extended exhaustively, he answered this and that’s it. The obvious, after filling the stomach would report the equipment stolen by the telephone company portal to status: lost or stolen.

 

RE1: Roger (the painter)

I misplaced my cell phone, sir, Madox. Tomorrow I will talk about it with my superiors, I can give you 60/40 percent security, your collection will become an exhibition. Good night.

The gallery is maintained on Mondays, that pause was extended too much under the supervision of the supervisors, in short, waiting for instructions from the curator, Mr. Randall. His main responsibility is the arrangement, presentation, definition and acquisition of works of art for his museum collection. This means that museum pieces under the curator’s care, and works considered for acquisition, must be scrutinized to ensure their legitimacy, quality, and historical significance. Uncertainties about such authenticity, origins, condition, presentation, or provenance of the art object should be made known immediately to the responsible museum administration due to missing paperwork.

– Hey Josh! What’s up brother? Oops! It seems a train has run over you…

– Let’s say good Joe, tell me something new.

– Lucinda walks fuming about something that is not made, I repeat, did not, I pray in knees.

– That story is old Joe I asked you to go new – He said while going up to the offices-

– Good morning Mrs. Johnson – he spoke to her while she scanned him with her eyes-

– Good morning Mr. Randall, let’s address matters of concern the accounting report shows a positive balance for the first time in five years. How do you handle two collections at the same time? Will they show up holding hands?

– To be very honest, I suffered an assault last Saturday losing the collection of original canvases. It is the first time that such a regrettable event has happened to me. C ontrate a private detective with whom I have worked in the past, no signs of struggle or objects out of order; They took my mobile phone and the canvases, the copies reproduced on a printer and digital files were left on the site, strangely. The collection belonged to a man of unknown identity who lived his last days in absolute poverty, a fact confirmed by a police report, the subject is still unknown and will remain that way, the unfortunate’s fingerprints and other atrocities that prevent locating his genealogical trace and identity. The works came to me through a prepaid international shipment, I tried to contact the delivery company proving to be false, I deduce the person or persons who want to harm me bribed customs agents for a large sum of money. The police wanted to destroy the objects unless I chose to own the copyright over them, which was perfect. The lost collection does not entail expenses for the museum, therefore, its humble servant has the expectation that his superiors continue to see his faultless performance.

Regarding the next exhibition, I suggest supporting the national artist Roger Madox whose collection remains intact at my home, but not exhibiting it in the museum, as such, but in the Westminster Gallery.

– Thank you Mr. Randall… Did you bring that verbiage in writing? -At confirm continued, allows me a second to those papers… there ‘s enough to digest ¿I can keep it s? Do you have the police reports with you?

– Yes of course.

– Mr. Randall, we know your performance, don’t worry, you are far from being fired, I kindly remind you that the museum’s collection has not undergone rotation and has remained that way for a year and a half… I am talking about the main rooms. E ntonce s offers a warm wet cloth -remato making gesture curiously

– I’m sorry to hear that Mrs. Johnson, the stolen pieces are excellent for the main room of the museum examine them methodically, they were made without brushes, rulers or drawing instruments.

– Is seriously? What was the material used?

– Shoe polish.

– Haaa!…

I had never heard him laugh, not even in loose gatherings, for example at Christmas, if he laughed, he laughed ugly.

– Come on sir, Randall… at least with a brush? Do I use my fingers? ¿ An airbrush?

– I sent you in attached files the close-up frames I made on the originals…

He started to zoom in and out the images, it is incredible but true, pressing the command the image of the monitor was printed on photographic paper.

– Lord Randall when he was in his possession piece placed it backlit and result only watched the porosity of the canvas without lines guide Me I can swear?

– Yes, if so, the agents informed me that they did not find sketches or previous tests that every artist performs at the scene of the suicide.

– What was the note that accompanied the works like? Who has it in their power?

– The curator, they cannot return it to me because it is evidence, they called me saying I had the same technique used in the works, without prints, without artist’s instruments… ruler, eraser, pencil, chalk… just shoe polish, in perfect typography, freehand. I have tried to emulate the works but, it is impossible, that type of ink tends to run, the truth is that I also do not understand how and why.

– Have I already investigated what type of artistic trend does it belong to? If it is a technique from another century?

– Nothing normal, it is a photo on canvas, the common today is to use latex or scratch paper; Take a printed image or use a photograph but chemical analysis shows black shoe polish, found at the suicide scene. The bitumen of Judea applies to furniture to age but to be so black on the canvas several times had to go over the product, but, did not.

– Butter?

– It is manufactured bitumen; the brand is common and can be found throughout the United Kingdom, it is a transnational factory. Perhaps, I exaggerate when saying impossible, in a liquid state and after many years of practice or innate ability it can be achieved and the bitumen is melted wax, crude oil… it may be that he had them manufactured. The person was wealthy because the canvas is very expensive but not rare to find.

– As for the Landscape?

– 120 P[1] and one or two at 8P scale.

– Would you be interested in a personal opinion?

– Please…

– The author of those pieces self-destroyed with a target and in the center of the sight –he confessed imitating a sniper- is you, Josh Randall. Haaa!… I’ll increase your salary sir or that guy will break you into a thousand pieces. What can protect you? What can be? Looking for new parts? Do you think?

Antipathy and arrogance of employers are shocking s, heavy s, a snoozed alarm titled ‘I do not care about your problems and needs s i l e costs do you replace it in a jiffy, organize your ideas and close the door to the exit ‘

– Very good Mrs. Johnson, I am leaving with your permission.

Hurrying Josh ran out to meet González, it is obvious he was not wearing women’s clothing; he smartly paid the security personnel allowing him to remodel the shop window in a place where the florist could be seen perfectly with the help of binoculars.

– Psss! Psss!

– What does? -González stretched his eyelids asking to lower the tone- and the fourth?

– He is my assistant – I notice pointing to him – if he intended to ridicule me, he failed. I had to subtract money from my fees, shut your mouth and have – he said, pointing to the store – the whore Abigail, has not arrived.

He looked repeatedly, frustrated he squeezed his eyelids…

– If the theme is an expedition, how are we going to put a pink ‘ Johnny ‘ vase? Quit the game and look for red…

Abigail never arrived and already satiated lower and raise the arms of the mannequins. When he was about to leave the establishment, Josh bumped into one of the local vendors, there was no time to finish the ‘excuse me, miss’, the girl, upon examining it, terrified, lost consciousness. They took her to the warehouse, González and Randall insisted on knowing if she was okay but aroused suspicion in the already bribed vigilante by threatening to call the police.

– V masters for food.

– My nerves are on edge and my throat is closed.

– We need to fill the tank. One faint is enough. We will keep an eye on that employee and when she leaves, we will question her.

– How about they give him the day off.

– I’m not talking about a dinner in the moonlight, I’m talking about a cold bullet[2] … walking.

It happened just as I imagine, gave him a glass of water sweetened with sugar asking how he was, his company was the turn morning lost patience pressing get back the mood to have other occupations;  in the end he promised to schedule a medical appointment soon.

They took a long time to get out, the partner and the woman took the subway, I kindly walked him a bit to live more or less close. The woman quickened her pace and the investigators went ahead of her, covering her mouth.

“Don’t yell, we won’t hurt you,” I struggle trying to kick Josh in the groin. “Olé” I promise you we won’t hurt you, I want to know why you fainted when you saw me. Do you know the florist’s employee? Abigail? Do I remind you of that person?

Raising his hands he gave signs he would not scream, he took a few breaths of air to control his elevated heart rate, when he swallowed thickly he looked at the dark-haired man.

– You bit him[3] to the entire neighborhood.

– I? You’re wrong.

– Your name is not Abigail, they gave you that nickname for being so stubborn… you are very cautious – I tried to exasperate him by taking out a cigarette, lighting it and blowing the smoke directly to his face – during my break I accidentally heard what you were talking with some subjects… I quote ‘ the tragedy of that bastard will be on the front page ‘I looked through a crack and there you were.

– What day was it? -Asked the detective-

– Saturday.

– What else did you hear?

– It’s sensible to hear, see and shut up – I throw the cigarette on the ground, crushing him with my heel – I tripped over a trash can and you jumped five meters that fence to where it was, I tried to act normal and I blew smoke in your face. I exploded with anger, you punched me in the stomach, you pulled my neck whispering to my hatred ‘What did you hear?’ take a little air, scared I repeated to you and swore ‘nothing’. You groped me against my will – picking up his hair the hickeys were noticed – one of my colleagues opened the door but someone called him inside and he couldn’t see what was happening, fortunately you left later. You were wearing as a criminal with a very large chain of pure gold, green fisherman jacket with nothing underneath and red leather pants you got a lot of money?

Josh fall and González had to stop him by sitting him in a drawer of vegetables in the dark alley, he was sweating cold saying softly ‘that is not me’ ‘I am not that person’ the girl caressed his cheek pressing her hands against hers.

– I’m sorry… I’m resentful of what happened… it must be his twin. Do you have brothers?

The light from the reflector of a car slipped through Randall’s blue flux when she saw the ink, the woman pulled the suit behind her shoulders, stripping the design.

– This tattoo, it’s the same. Where did you get it? – Upon hearing it, González shook his sixth sense –

– At the Speke Hall Ink on the street of the same name at fifteen.

– It is time to file a formal complaint with the authorities. Have you spoken at work about your setbacks?

– Yes, they know that they have robbed me and present the corresponding report.

– Would you, miss, be willing to testify? -Josh looked at her pleading-

– I don’t know… I…

– Miss, did you get a bite?

– Yes, I confess that when I leave I leave a handful of bills in my pocket -feeling embarrassed- but I’m not the only one, it’s okay, he gives people a lot of bills to insure, whoever, they’ve never seen him… already I don’t have them with me. I used them to pay the rent.

– Take us to your landlord.

How not to want problems if you pimp dirty money; he lived in a tower of apartments where the elevator did not work, for rest the landlord lived on the first floor. Rot that they issued the man were to cover her nose.

– I need the Donovan ticket.

Wanting to close the detective he put his foot braking, being rude to the visit.

– You owed me a lot of money Joelle, now you come with thugs to threaten me?

– How much?

– 1500 euros.

Randall started counting the pounds in his wallet…

– Oh! He has no euros, a pity…

Obstinate, González takes out a revolver pointing at his jaw…

– Give me the money now… -he screamed again causing González to remove the insurance-

– Okay, okay…

– Miss Joelle does not owe you anything, repeat after me…

– Joe… Joe Jo… Jo…  nothing, nothing…

– Hears! No, no, not like that… accept the pounds, the payment is complete.

– Take it! Pay attention old man, I’ll be back and by making that fucking elevator work…

– Yes, yes, okay…

– I have not finished… fifteen hundred euros? For how many months… – he talked with his usual and dark parsimony –

– Five months… -Joelle appeared to cough claiming it was less-

– Negotiate Donovan, 10 pounds a week is sty… it’s perfect – trying to refute supra the gesture of González – deal done… by chance have you seen a guy like l Mulatto hanging around here?

– No, no sir, no.

– You are an ax following instructions Donovan, if he sees a subject with the same countenance and a gold pendant, he will call the emergency number. Where is the money? -I indicate pointing a can of soda on the television-

González took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wrapping the bills, Donovan stood stunned with his hands up at the entrance while a nasty sweat came out of his body, González ordered him to go back ‘more’, ‘more’, ‘more’ and ‘ more ‘ to what appeared to be the bathroom,

– A time shower and a flat right? That it looks like the jets of gold, I will make regular inspection.

– It’s abuse of authority, rot.

It seemed going to hit him, Donovan flew to clear the dirty shower full of dishes and take a shower as d ios commands. González leaned out looking him up and down with slow movements avoiding touching the filth.

 

They already had physical evidence, a witness; the complaint had yet to be formalized.

– Thanks to both of you, really, that old pig takes advantage of being close to public officials…

– It was nothing – they said at the same time –

One or another agent recognized R., and G., reported they would take precautionary measures, among them, a search warrant to the florist, installation of security cameras at Josh’s residence, requesting copies of the security videos from nearby companies, DNA tests, investigations. Randall was ruled out as a suspect because his profile was not the typical one of a criminal. They gave him his contact information, urging him to buy a new mobile phone.

Because it was late at night they escorted Joelle back, making sure at a sensible distance that she turned the light on and off as a sign of ‘I’m safe and sound’.

Josh walked in and stepped on a letterhead ‘Mr. Randall, notify shippers when to pick up the pieces of so- called collection of the artist born n to the ‘ he closed his eyes stressed, had to install closed circuit system and dawn in moderation sonsacar their neighbors. I drink a glass of milk and prepare a snack that led to the sink. I run the software to test the wireless cameras you strategically installed, the kitchen window, under the patio awning, the warehouse, and the driveway.

The nightmares woke him up at 0600 hours, he knew he was lying, he did not remember anything about that tattoo or his pre-adolescent stage, it was recurrent to dream but that fantasizing collided with reality, those imaginations began at the moment of feeling the heavy canvases, the The problem is that he played the murderer and in others the victim. To forget the stab I received in my dreams, I pack Madox’s paintings, it was a perfect situation to talk to those in the neighborhood, a flesh and blood surveillance camera, that is her neighbor Heribertha.

– Good morning neighbor, I hope I don’t bother you at this time of the morning. Could you use your phone?

– Not at all, Randall, don’t just stand there, come in, come in… -he almost did not push him to put having to let go of the cat he caressed- what a pleasant surprise, look that he hardly even says hello, the young people every year lose their education and good manners.

– Yes, we always live fast, the tender s…

– Is that why Randall, there’s the phone, bring cookies and milk that you like, do not think I gossip always see him when he comes with bags of the supermarket and I’m watering my plants, know… I will be bold but you would make a beautiful couple, we would more often, imagine? And if they had children they would flourish beautifully…

– Good morning Julia, how are you? I’m Josh, ‘ha ha ha’ yes, yes, I’m lost, yes; let’s see when we meet, yes, on Friday? It could be… I’m warning you E h! Yes, I lost my cell phone, today I will buy another one, yes, yes… I’ll tell you beautiful… could you contact me with ‘Coco’? Yes, yes, I hope, bye beautiful… Good morning sir, yes, yesterday they left me a note at home, yes, yes, today I will be waiting for you, can you come now? Yes, sure, everything is in order, well I wait for you, see you soon…

Heribertha was sitting behind him at his ancient tea table, and when Josh turned around he couldn’t hide his shock.

– You seem scared lately, young man, sit down, you need to slow down your life and settle down, don’t you think? Sit down, sit down, “Josh obeyed, a little sorry for the package he got into.” Did you hear me?

– Yes, Mrs. Heribertha perfectly.

– Miss, Randall and since we are in confidence, you have permission to address me, I told you, Bertha to dry, the flower of beauty withers but the essential is invisible to the eyes – the truth was not ugly, its lack of chore- I meant my niece if you know her…

– I have not had the pleasure Bertha you can also tweet me, Josh, simply.

– ‘Ha, ha, ha’ Josh, you are a sweetheart – I purposely lift his hair, and yes, he had fresh hickeys, Josh when he saw him the glass of milk slipped on the floor, the lady bit her lip because she thought her lover was back-

– A man in red pants, green jacket and chain Oro L to have visited? When?

– Well, I can’t be offended, right? Ours is impossible, it would be a scandal and I am a high class person, it is frowned upon to go raiding cribs – she said dramatically, letting go of her hair-

Josh, raised her by the arms with total severity and asked the same question again.

“You have been sleeping in my sheets for a month but in the last week…” She looked down sadly, Josh shook her.

– In the last week what? -Action that made Heribertha cry-

“Ms. Heribertha, my life is in danger, therefore yours,” he guided her by pulling her arm, making her sit down, he too at a more appropriate distance, “I’ll call Detective González, he will know the procedure.”

– No, no, only you, I’m dying of shame otherwise I’ll bite my tongue and fulfill everything I promised to that guy… -When she was ignoring her, she pretended to run away as Josh grabbed her by the waist and gave her I tie with the dog leash that had the chair hanging –

– For your sake and mine, don’t move.

González arrived on a motorcycle ten minutes later.

– Mr. Randall, violence is dangerous way in any case. -Heribertha did not stop sobbing with her eyes downcast-

She reached for a glass of water and turned on the fan above the dresser to calm the flustered young lady.

– Interrogations are not like in the movies – she said looking at him – under an incandescent spotlight, tying up a poor woman, Mr. Randall an audible apology if you are so kind, please.

– I am very sorry Mrs. Heribertha but it is also because of your lack of common sense, if you have never seen me speak to a neighbor, why start now? I’m very sorry I shouldn’t have been so upset…

– Could my life be in danger? Can I end up behind bars for helping a criminal?

– Easy Madam, the residential area is under surveillance and Mr. Josh will have to move to a place that we cannot disclose for security reasons. To catch the suspect it would help us to hear his version of events if it is not a nuisance.

– I… interrupted the dialogue exhaling air and breathing calmly I think not be so horrible he told them pointing his body and this young man is quite sympathetic, then looked ‘ said the truth as much to the right– an afternoon walk through my garden when I watered the plants with a box of cookies and milk, I tried to stand off the ground and that man pressed a point on my back untying all its knots, I did not feel any kind of pain in my body, I felt lively, capable of run a marathon and win with an advantage. It is not as Mr. Randall says, that is, that day I thanked him and he left when we shared the snack, he was dressed elegant, in a black suit, one that I had never seen him before. I was looking out the window at Josh’s house and everything looked normal. I… let him in the next afternoon, I am guilty, because at four o’clock I made up the excuse of walking my cat, he bit the hook, he came caressing Michi, too much for me, he began to suck the skin on my neck to say dirty things in my ear, accept the backbiting of the block but I was embarrassed an indiscreet look, we rushed up to my room and step… – shaking his head because he did not believe what he was about to confess, the Thirty or forty years of difference are noticeable by force, my vitality was exhausted, we only ate and wallowed, lust made me lose fifty-eight pounds, for my impotence the farewell note was’ Dear, the ladies have no memory ‘ I confess I fell in love, I do not regret it – I keep silence wiping the tears that slid down her cheekbone-

– Do you still have the note?

– No, I smashed it, burned it and buried it in the garden.

– Did you ever go outside, do another activity or even go to the bathroom?

– Oh! In the shower, the alfo mbra… -he lifted his shoulders with joyful resignation-

– Did you rinse those objects?

– He cleaned it, changed the sheets… if he talks about semen… -he pressed his lips with sorrow- he was not careless or very talkative, very neat, chivalrous, he always dressed impeccably.

The horn of the truck of ‘Coco’, the one in charge of transporting the works, sounded.

– I apologize once again, Mrs. Heribertha, I am sorry that this experience happened to you, ignoring your enjoyment or feelings, with permission. Gonzalez…

A piece of his being cracked. Why did everything turn out perfect for that parasite? It felt like a human shield. Was he guilty? Where would it have to go? Why should he hide? Had he committed sin? Why couldn’t she remember her past? Am I intentionally blocking it? His wish was not to rot in a 10-square-foot prison. Will he be able to show his innocence? How about running away and starting from scratch? What may have already done so…

– If Josh comforts you, the intentions of the heart go through the mouth and in all the time we have been working in the museum, he has been an impeccable person – I finish by patting the door of the truck – setting the course… Westminster Gallery – he said goodbye with a lazy laugh –

– Why does Antón see me like this? – Detective González’s first name –

– Early pass in front of… Speke Hall Ink?

– I have a huge headache… I want to be alone…

– Praised s are the drugs Sr., Randall He went to the kitchen to dilute fruit salt in a glass of water, his body language warning rejects negative, waiting patiently take the liquid because his face was gaunt certainly –

– I don’t want to go to jail.

– Sneakings can give you an entry ticket.

– I admit that I do not remember anything from my adolescence…

– Specifically?…

– Uhmmm? Twelve to fifteen, sixteen years.

– How about your childhood? From zero to eleven years…

– I lived with… someone… I don’t remember anything being honest… I have a feeling that I fled, since the robbery I dream about it, I see myself walking barefoot and entering a painting workshop, I can’t see his face but a teacher teaches me to practice the arts; I see my feet in a train station; my memories jump and I find myself in the Museum of England, I showed my portfolio and they gave me the vacancy of curator in the museum.

Antón invited to show those objects, being a minor he traveled on the WCML train [4] with a power of attorney or freelance, he supposed, it needed to be corroborated; the chief supervisor asked him for time to scan and search the files for that folder.

– They must have been magnificent drawings. Did you do a test? Did they ask you for job references?

– They were preparing the gallery but there was something not fit, I point talking with zeal, the decision was simple, two sculptures similar belonged to different artists, they accused each other of plagiarism; The original artist gave up his idea, clearing the way for his rival, the vivacious man was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s shortly after, at that time they called him insanity and the drugs contained mercury, the critics stuck their tails between their legs begging the sane to continue his art, Instead, he used the dead man’s works, he was very inventive but lacking in dexterity.

– Do you have the skill to reproduce those stolen canvases?

– I tried, no, I can’t.

– But he knows how to paint very well… Why not?

– I know what González is insinuating, I already feel guilty enough. Thank you life! Thank you! Ask the super v i s ora of the museum your opinion, you will miss out reports or right? Industrial shoe polish without additives applied in a single layer, achieving an intense tone on fine linen made in a single stroke if I use brushes.

– I would like to understand Mr. Randall believe me I understand you want to recover the investment spent when hiring me. It’s strange, it doesn’t fit, a boy vibrant with energy, health, with a lot of cash on top, his bank account overflowing, a happy life … -It made Josh cry, he looked him straight in the eyes if he was sinister or impolite-

– I depend 100% on my salary, I spend on mixed luxuries because of my social position.

– Right… your savings are stable, constant, moderately low, but like a good hound dig deep to find that he was born and raised here in these four walls, do not interrupt me Mr., Randall, listen… pay attention to my voice, it turns out… – Josh he had sat down and was not going to argue anymore but his head felt very heavy, his body tilted and he got to lie down – at first this was not a residential area there was only this house and the government discovered them, you lived with your other two Joll brothers and John, they rigged the system in exchange for donating the surrounding land and you are the full-fledged owner. I need to tell me what happened to his other brothers – at being under hypnosis was sugestionándolo directly- ¿ E is the man who died in the street was one of his brothers?

– I do not know.

– Do you remember your parents?

– Died.

– Who? Your mother or father?

– My father.

– What happened to your mother?

– Joll… the mat or.

– If your brother Joll murderer his mother and if you were to judge would say was ¿ A estern or intentional?

– Intentional.

– Was your brother Joll bad?

– Yes.

– What did your father do when he found out his wife had been murdered by his son Joll?

– He took her to Scotland… she asked us to behave … jump to the tracks with mom… Crack! Crack! Crack! I don’t cry or cry, we ran, we ran home.

– Do you remember if that accident was published in the press? Television? Radio?

– Suicide out of jealousy… suicide out of love…

– How old were you then?

– Sixteen.

– Why do you think the authorities did not take action on the matter?

– Jealousy.

– Jealousy of his father towards his mother?

– Dad… excuse me… forget…

– Was the one who felt jealous of his brother Joll?

– Joll does not forgive… Joll hurts…

– What was the cause that moved Joll to hurt his mother?

– It wasn’t my mother.

– What does jealousy have to do with the relationship between your mother and your brother Joll?

– I do not know.

– Take a moment to weigh Josh, breathe… inhale, exhale, slow… slow… Was there a different physical characteristic between you Josh, Joll and John and their parents?

– Mom said no.

– Why did I say no?

– All the same… inside… the same outside… we are the same Josh… -I burst into a deep cry-

– Don’t worry Josh, I’m not that person who made fun of you and your brothers. Do you remember that person? Did someone hurt you with words?

– Josh… Joll… John… doesn’t make your mother cry… it’s your mother… respect… Ah! Ah! Don’t hit me dad, don’t hit me… Enough!… I’m your son, color doesn’t matter… I’m your son.

– Take it easy Josh, take it easy, now he’s a man and he can defend himself, he’s powerful, brave and a very valuable being with friends, money, health, he’s very happy, breathe… come on… slow… slow… breathe; I am a powerful genius and I will grant you three wishes. What will you ask for?

– Josh, Joll, John come eat… dinner is on the table, wash your hands, call me mom, I want to eat… I want to hear your voice mom…

– Josh come to eat honey – frankly imitated a woman, the salty drops that were born from her eye, came out in a row – Josh, Joll, John, come eat, wash your hands…

– Are you crying again mommy?

– No love, I am happy in a beautiful place, very proud of you, of everyone.

– How good… how good you forgot that idea…

– What idea? heart – I ask, recovering the characteristic hardness of his spirit-

– That mommy…

– Trust me Josh… Trust your mommy…

– I do not know…

– Do you want to see Mommy cry?

– No, no, it is not my wish, I wish genius… I wish mother does not suffer.

– Granted Josh will never see his mother lament again. On the countdown of four, you will wake up, calm, relaxed… taking calmly what you have managed to remember, four, three, two, one… wake up. How do you feel?

– Good.

– Do you remember what we were talking about?

– Ufff! Ah! I’ll go get some water – Josh staggered to the kitchen-

He had never forgotten detail s of your past, pandora’s box has been uncovered, Detective Gonzalez made instead of a mad scientist resurrecting an undead; He realized he no longer carried the weapon on his waist, he was looking for it on the ground, with his eyes. Where could he be?

– You were looking for something detective? Turn around; slow… slow… take a deep breath…

– You don’t have to do it, Josh?

– You still don’t know who I am? It’s good, that’s good… You pressed the wrong bottom, friend.

– Don’t you dare you bastard child?

– Bastard? I am a brave, powerful man, they admire me, they feel proud of me – ‘ha, ha, ha ‘ he laughed unpleasant – Death is natural, perhaps the time when telling it is the enemy. Trust my love -he said goodbye, remedying him-

When he saw the way he held the gun, it would be like screaming but it was already late, he fell on his back to the furniture protected with plastic and exhaling the little air from his lungs they enveloped him and dragged him to the shed, the murderer had prepared clothes identical to yours; she calmly put makeup on her hands, face and neck; he combed his hair just like him, he died of fright when he saw him, his exact portrait. He tried to escape in vain, when he returned from putting the motorcycle in a more convenient place, he sat him down, molding it like plasticine by injecting formaldehyde into his spine; in that neighborhood everyone to his own, even Heribertha, the impotence when being used or taking a spoonful of his own medicine put her on the bed; It facilitating transport to l seat passenger, went to a highway nearby, I manipulate the throttle and Josh or one of his brothers jump away, safe; the bike with Anton was facing a cam i ng load, the driver tried to turn, spinning off its axis container but not crushed Gonzalez, the rear wheels if crushed rum watering it down the pavement. The wicked made sure with pocket binoculars he would never get up again, the load contained flammable objects that annihilated innocents.

 

Chapter two

Evil ties up the dots

Back, there was nothing to hide the vessels of the attack was n of us or everyday, burning clothes, not why? He put it back in his closet, before, he cunningly faked a gift from the intersect one of those shirts and tie that he used all the time for being ‘very elegant’

To discover the true mastermind or the jumble of suspense and derision engendered by the triplets, let’s look at Gonzalez’s findings. Antón feared for the life of the neighbor Heribertha; she was returning from Joelle’s house, no one had seen her since she turned that switch on and off, she called the neighbor with poor hygiene, to her surprise she had listened to the advice, the elevator was working and she is a carrier of obsessive compulsive disorder. Yes, of cleaning, forbidding G.’s shoes, upon entering.

– Have you seen Joelle?

– I’ve been busy, I haven’t even felt it. What happened?

– What about the guy in the green jacket and red pants?

– I have not seen anyone with that description but in the week, the other tenants complained about the scandal in the room I get the impression, Joelle was amused.

– Did you see who was with you?

– When you left the building, I saw your profile, you looked like you, in black… or was it you… if I think about it, it was white and dressed like you…

González planted himself at Joelle’s work, the watchman made a joke of her.

– Whoops! Whoops! Mr. Casanova at the house… If you’re looking for Joelle, he hasn’t come in days.

– Casanova? Explain yourself better.

– With me it is not necessary to be crazy, Joelle has confessed you are her best lover and is madly in love, however, I did not reach second base.

They have framed him with no way out. Exit? If it can be; scrutinize where the girl meets the suspect.

– Where did Joelle go to smoke?

– What are you talking about?

– A backyard with a five-meter fence where the employees go out to smoke… -He nervously emphasizes the words-

– Are you kidding me? The store warehouse is on the second floor and smoking is prohibited, the smoke detectors and the manager are strict.

Without saying goodbye, I walk to the florist with the same stream of questions.

– A girl of these characteristics has never worked here, of color, tall and red-haired. I ‘ll give you a curious fact, all the businessmen in the area have a fat bank account, full of leading zeros, we are in the busiest commercial area in England, the million dollar question is why would I accept dirty money if I already made thousands? – The logic did blanch González- have white lips, have I gesture, thrusting into the maw candy’s- Wake up man, you make the wrong questionnaire.

– You know Randall Street? -Noto would wield sarcasm- I’m talking about the history of that street.

– The Randall had children, were mysterious guys, I guess because of the fun of knowing her father, she was not the mother committed adultery and became known in the birth of the three sister’s, I think. The lord’s wife could not handle the rumors and her husband could not handle responsibility or loneliness. They committed suicide and the people to atone for their guilt, they demanded that the government not intern the brothers in orphanages, in exchange, they took a piece of hectare of the inheritance to build other houses and watch over the children.

– What happened to the brothers?

– They grew up, detective.

– Grew up? -I point to a photograph of Josh-

– It could be… If I had seen him develop it could be Joll.

– Joll? One of the twins?

I enter a mixed clientele, ending the interrogation; When he got to the library, he showed the plaque to the old receptionist, which angered her because of her painful arthritis, she moved as little as possible and going to the archive made her mad.

– The mold mistreated the newspapers – his jaw moved chewing an invisible gum-

– Do you remember the newspaper article?

– I found news dreadful, heartbreaking… I was reading an apprentice and see me in my job entailed punishment, beat me hands with a wooden ruler with sharp iron or aluminum… –count with effort to coming up with their hands tiesas- retain the photograph of the three boy s because I did not suffer as much as they…

The worn and yellowish clipping, full of dust, inside a folder wrapped in papers, asleep in the filing cabinet, a fragile witness.

– Would you say triplets are bad people?

*Knock Knock knock*

Joel looks out through his fish eye, it ‘s González, he remembered that he said he would go around the building again, nothing out of the ordinary rather radiated security, masculinity and it can fall into a cliché but that upsets the butterflies in anyone’s belly; Josh was not so attracted to him because he was more of a child or to give that impression, if the spark arose in the stir, he would take advantage of it.

– Hello – she greets him with a kiss on the dimple then he realized he was holding her tightly around the waist, sticking together – Do you want a cup of coffee?

– Good.

“I don’t drink coffee, I don’t like it,” I declare laughing shyly.

Anton was examining her, asking permission to go and wash his hands if the feelings did not dull us, it was detailed that he wore a thick layer of epidermis on his palms, Anton walked through the rooms, Joelle brought hot milk and when she was about to discover him rummaging through the her drawers jumped onto the bed.

– Get comfortable –he said playfully- have…

– Nice view – I point to the window – But not as pretty as you.

– You say that to everyone.

– No.

– Hey, I know I said thank you but I appreciate that you defended me with the landlord and your speech made him reflect, now he is a new person and it is very nice to help others, your methods are a bit rustic, they still work.

– Always at your service.

– What are your plans? -They said in unison-

– Ladies first.

– That’s cheating! That is unfair, okay… I need to spit it out because I have it stuck in my chest… I’ll leave work, I ‘ll go live with my grandmother, they are very ill and the doctors have told me I probably won’t be able to do it, I don’t want to inherit in life… no is that… she has an antique store and… I’m leaving between tomorrow or the day after.

– Caramba!

– Tell me…

– At least I can go see you when you close the Randall case.

– I thought you’d never ask, it’s obvious ‘ha, ha, ha’ –he announced slipping a business card into his pocket- don’t sneak around… it’s your turn Detective González.

– In that case you and Josh would make a good couple, he is an artist, attractive, interesting, leads a comfortable life, a woman’s dream come true.

– If you like art, we agree on tastes… but it gives me a bad feeling… he has the look of a sick psychopath… I don’t know…

– I cannot be partial to my clients but he does not seem to settle down to talk to himself, he has shown it, I have discovered that he has twin brothers and one of them has planned to hurt him – he answered serenely but from behind he clenched his fist, retaliating with the quilt-

– Whoops! If you explain it, things change… Has he told you?… Josh sees us together and I nothing to do, mingle with… well monstrosity, jealous?

– No, I’ve told Josh but as you’ve said, and s beautiful if you want to repeat it a thousand times, I will.

– I will confess a dissimulation in my workplace there are no breaks [5] that Josh or his imaginary brother… put the magnifying glass on him, do you? The twins are very similar, it is evident, is that we go the same moles? Eye color, tone of voice… e s like her mother cannot have a photocopier in the vagina ‘ha ha ha’ -González he intended to have fun with the joke without turning difficulty seeing out the window

– Perhaps it was not his mother, in short, I epitomize being impartial, I am inclined to defend him, he is innocent, every individual in the universe needs a protector, if the defense fails, destiny is marked.

She lowered her panties throwing them at González, she climbed onto the mattress on her back with her legs wide open drowning in autoeroticism, the detective repelled the pubic hair from her parts… she bit her tongue with forced chivalry, lowering the fly of her pants keeping the clothes because he had not dyed those parts.

– Stop! Stop -stop-stop! Look in the drawer – I do not reveal in which of many, Antón has already seen the rubber bands and Joelle asked suspiciously – How did you know they were there?

“I’m a detective, ” said the hard face with a shrug.

– I see… he has instinct… will he know how to applaud? – Joelle let go, making clicking sounds with her palate while Anton untied his tie and I sell him –

The nearby inhabitants complained not because he killed her violently but because of the undeniable ecstasy of these moments. In order to tarnish her faultless reputation, he planned to kill her, but his anger was diverted to González, jealousy gnawed at him, and implicating him in a series of unfortunate events was similar to stealing candy from a boy. Sabia the saleswoman would open the curtain and he in a benevolent act would not press charges for defamation, the expiation of the mistrust for the sad departure of that stoic puppet; Joelle did not attract him at all, yet he satisfied his libido since he described her as frivolous, interested, hollow, voluptuous, dyed hair, if she were dumb another rooster would crow although it would turn out to be a prototype of a robotic or inflatable doll.

The news appeared in all the media, the mastermind unpacked a flat screen television that he was saving for a special occasion, the reporter reported ‘ Today on the national news, precisely on the Royal Engineer’s Road[6] , and l detective Anton Gonzalez twenty – five years dies in a fatal accident traffic being wound on the way, yesterday, in the afternoon, taking with it the lives of a family of travelers, the father and mother were thunderstruck to the impact and small children of four and eight years respectively died at dawn in the local hospital because of the severity of burns suffered, the man driving the truck has also fallen by bleeding s internal s leaving behind a family made up his wife and daughter, the officer was in charge of the investigation of some stolen canvases so far their whereabouts are unknown, the victim is the curator of the Museum of England, from the newscast we hope this chain of unfortunate events ceases now the pass is for … ‘ – Squeezing the control with force since from such a crude news they jumped to the frivolousness of sports or the entertainment section s-‘… Mark Robert, Mark brings us news loaded with d and joy and celebration… and up… G hanks Pass Michelle… ‘

I knew the officers would call him to testify at the station; dear Joll also calmly began to chop half a kilo of onions simulating pain and his relatives, finally bought a phone, disgusted to receive so many video calls. He prepared himself in self-hypnosis to play a perfect innocent.

– Detective González was an excellent friend, his death is terrible… it ‘s terrible, we worked together to find out the origin of other pieces, I never had problems with him. Where is my friend? When is the funeral? -He did not cry like Magdalena nor like a crocodile-

– It is normal to be affected Mr. Randall. This evening, in the station chapel, you are welcome… we regret to irritate you by bringing you here, you and Mr. González. When was the last time you spoke?

– My neighbor Heribertha is an accomplice with a guy, I do n’t know… I got nervous and called González, she says she looked like me… she revealed to us they were lovers and the detective asked her questions and she confessed to having cleaned up the dirt from her actions She said she would defend him tooth and nail, she is blind with love for that disturbed man, the detective stayed a while longer at my house and told me he would visit Joelle again, it is the last time I saw him alive.

– Explain who is Joelle, the woman who accompanied you to make the complaint?

– Yes, the detective and I communicated by email asking me to check the florist near where I live, I asked him to dress differently, he discovered a transvestite or a deviant if I meditate with a cool head it was similar to me because of the color of skin and pupils at the most… I stayed with the detective at ten o’clock requesting that he dress as a woman or different because he did not want to attract attention, I wanted to ask directly about the suspect, González instead paid the guard of the window where Joelle works and she suffered We fainted when we saw him, we waited for him to get out of work and we followed him, again that story was repeated, said a guy with my features, he threatened her, I also added I accept money from the subject behind the store where he works, asking him to lie in exchange for denying his existence, González He convinced me to file a complaint, I wanted to leave but the detective with me watched that Joelle arrived at her apartment safely, I also questioned the landlord and I paid the pending debt of the Joelle’s income if she agreed to testify, she gave me a light in this dark alley where I am, I did it and I would repeat it.

– Detective González Did I mention clues? Related to the paintings stolen from his residence.

– Never, he was very quiet and demanded to be paid in advance.

– We have reviewed the recordings of the cameras installed by you in the place where you live. Why those points?

– Didn’t they light? You want me to say? I do not understand…

– Nothing Mr. Randall, excuse us.

– Did I install them wrong?

– There is nothing unusual; it is our fault for not instructing you to locate them in a better place. We work hard to find the intact pieces you have lost; it is what remains to be done.

– Desist, I ask you, I feel bad enough, I no longer want those paintings if I had known this end… losing human lives next to a piece of stain that is worth nothing, I will withdraw the complaint.

– If it is your will, it will be so. You must also forgive us, we have broken into your home and the lock broke, we will bear the cost of the repair. We will continue to ensure your well-being. Everything will be fine, you can retire Mr. Randall Cheer up!

As he left the interrogation room, he ran into his fiery neighbor Heribertha, dodging her between disgusted and grateful. Heribertha’s declaration happened like this.

– A young man took advantage of my officer, I am innocent.

– Under your consent.

Heribertha was wailing with loose mucus and the detective in charge brought her some tissues to clean herself.

– Did you or your young lover clean the semen emanations? ¿ It was you or your lover’s guarding Mr. Randall? Did they take turns? The surrounding inhabitants claim to see her standing with a device snooping around Mr. Randall’s house. Who did she sell that information to? For how long did you do it? When breaking into your home we have found a large sum of money of doubtful origin. Is it the payment for your services?

– I haven’t been, I don’t know what he’s talking about.

– The perfect crime does not exist Miss Rostoll, a boy of that age would have that level of experience? the skill of cleaning the tracks… How far would I go for love? I think because of her works that long enough, our days in the dungeon will make her remember. Take it away.

– No, no, I’m innocent, let me go… abusive, let me go Ahhh! They hurt me! No, no… Nooo….

Applying malice Randall was sparked by the sales consultant who contacted him upon learning of the tragedy. Joelle could not return from town that night but a summons is always laxative, she felt she had nothing to hide after the four hours and forty minutes of travel by public transport; she presented herself to tell her version.

– When was the last time you saw Detective González alive?

– Before moving in with my grandmother, the detective visited me at my apartment.

“Why did you lie about seeing Mr. Randall in the back room?” Who paid you to do it?

– Nobody, nobody has paid me… I lied because Josh threatened me…

– Ponder that response, Miss Berbens – the officer in charge threw you the formal complaint filed by her against a suspect who attacked her during the development of her work duties allegedly linked to the assault – Did Mr. Randall or Detective González coerce her? at the time of filing the complaint?

– No.

– She is very lucky, do you know why?

– No.

– Josh Randall has withdrawn the complaint because he cares more about human losses than a piece of painted cloth. In the document, do you indicate Mr. Randall has siblings? How do you know?

– I don’t know, it was a guess.

– On what basis?

– I don’t know, his physical resemblance to that man.

– Which man?

– It is true that he did not attack me in the back room but he threatened me and paid a large sum, cash, I showed him the bruises that he left me.

– Where did I attack her?

– In the dressing rooms.

– We have reviewed the surveillance tapes and we have not found a record of the incident. I repeat that everything you say is being recorded and can be used against you.

– I don’t want problems, I lied to protect myself, that’s all…

– Why did that man pay you a large sum of money?

– Because I plan to murder your brother. I heard it. I saw it was Josh.

– Why does your judgment change now? Describe your schedule for that day.

– During the detective’s visit, we spoke and he repeated to me that according to his investigations, Josh was not a bad person and had a brother who planned to harm him, I answered that it was feasible but the brothers are not so identical, the moles or the voice are different by much They share, he also told me that he hadn’t said anything to Randall.

– Very convenient.

– You mean convincing -Exteriorizando one tonillo malcriado-

– Antonym terms… you know the concept of defamation, it would be so kind to explain it with your words.

– Slander, discredit… actions that I have not committed…

– Miss Berbens, you had a sentimental relationship with Detective González, of that there is no doubt, the day the detective supposedly helped your client, when you saw your ATM in the eye by the weight of your conscience, your body generated a decompensation and timely has left the city to claim to be the heir to her aging grandmother.

– What are you talking about? I personally returned those bills to Randall and the gentleman insisted on paying the debt to the tenant.

– The forensic examination has thrown that and serial l of banknotes comes from Gainsborough, his hometown, merodeamos the property of her grandmother, an old lady sweet let us review your porch ¿ guess or refresh your memory?

– No, what do I know, furniture? clearly someone implied me I should have refused to help that bastard Josh, I was not mistaken in judging him as a psychopath, he planned all this, don’t you see?

– Your contempt for Mr. Randall feels to the surface, if you catalog him disparagingly, you are agreeing with us Miss Berbens, if you confess the sentence will be reduced a couple of years -Joelle was shaking so much that she moved the seat- the stolen paintings were recovered, her relative has told you the gift in person, he described them ugly, of sad, so I keep them… plus he seemed strange you are interested ra for their welfare.

– Not true -alegaba breaking into tears and getting up from the seat I went on I found out my grandmother needed help recently… you Mr. Smarty Confess your ass jealousy feels his mouth, speaks pure… – the police guard the sat abruptly –

– Violence is not necessary – he recommended making signs – it is better to confess now, we have found several samples of semen in his bedroom, Detective González and the thief of the stolen canvases will at least know who opens his legs Who is it?

– More bitch is his mother, son of -Jump suddenly strangling the prosecutor himself-

The managers gathered around him advising him to desist continue digging because it was indisputable the woman would not bite her master’s hand to which he replied ‘ his conscience can loosen when he understands the seriousness of the causality ‘ The door was opened and the prosecutor fixed his tie Sitting comfortably in the chair, he harmoniously spread the papers on the iron table.

– Excuse me, please – I beg, sobbing furiously – loosen my handcuffs, please, I am not an animal, I am not a criminal. Why? -he repeated-

– Not hurt me, do not worry… we return -order wrists slacken the conversation is good, with the help of an ultraviolet lamp became a notorious sexual encounters emanations product of all who work in the law have a record, so Detective González was concluded and you had an extended relationship, those samples were found in the warehouse of your old job. He also held meetings with…

– You must be smart to get this important position right? because you do not use your brain or whatever was taught in college to achieve see I am not guilty and I have not armed the chaos, please.

– You told the detective, Randall and us in the statement that the victim had a brother. How do I come to such a conclusion?

– It occurred to me to help him because in that alley he sat in a drawer crying loudly shouting he was not guilty of the psychoterror that I suffered now I put on his shoes, I told them I did not want problems, they followed me! They promised me they wouldn’t get me in trouble, he knocked on my door! The! Not me, look at me! Look at me!

– It has been put in place of Mr., Randall, that shows a noble side, yet when he saw him bathed in tears in a vulnerable position under attack chose to remain silent, did not believe him and keeps up to date what is different? Is your place too big for you? Does justice bother you? It was worth it? I like that the guilty know the magnitude of their maneuvers… sometimes they regret and collaborate in the investigation, the statistics show the vast majority prefer to end up living on our taxes. Mr. Randall went to jail at sixteen years of age because of their s lords parents, he was separated from his other brothers, Joll and John, you the request of his twin Joll appealed to González; spreading misleading rumors, lying among his co-workers, he suffered financial ups and downs… he recommended a guy who distributed bills for telling two or three lies because it was money cleared of fraud or blood stains, you every martyr accepted it because you were in need; The detective was getting close to the truth, but you manipulated his ideas and indirectly pushed Josh into the abyss. Little envy, that crap loose people enjoy in the mind, surely the wallowing with him, speak the hoax of ‘ I do not enjoy the same privileges as my brother ‘, bla, bla, bla; The detective answered Josh’s message asking for progress and he wrote ‘Joelle is an unscrupulous interested party, I will investigate her in the morning’ and notice another detail she was on her way to Gainsborough.

– I gave González a business card.

– He flew!… boom! In a thousand pieces… do you have a copy?

– N-nnn-o – she was sinking in unbearable pain –

 

Chapter three

Exhausted happy endings

– Congratulations on your promotion Mr. Randall! Excuse me I will be respectful and begin to distinguish him as befits Director General of the mu s and or British.

– Thank you for the sincere commendation Mrs. Johnson, I like to keep telling you Mr. Randall, you believed in my talent, that vote of confidence praises me.

Lucinda reserved that strange laugh in public, when the reporters arrived she walked away slowly; the scandal caught the attention of the press take permission to interview him.

– Life offers us second chances, I am Alecia Wolf and we find you next to the young example and prodigy Josh Randall, newly appointed director of the British museum, the legacy that he shows us continues to surprise us, we are precisely in the main room in the presentation of works ‘glimmers of light’ retrieved and returned in days recent additions to its owner’s Mr. Randall, his career has taken a turn lucky we can talk Why was it important to expose the collection?

– Actually, due to the human tragedy involved, it creates a bittersweet presentation, however I have decided to continue, a second chance as you mentioned well at the beginning, the originals come from a man who suffered a lot, lived on the street and in catharsis decided to exhibit his art, release and capture their anguish, I think that the canvases came to my power for famous reasons.

– Excellent Mr. Randall, what is the difference of this presentation to others?

– I have fought for contemporary British talent to have a notorious space and exhibition, to update Neanderthal art to attract a young audience, let them know not only old vessels or dinosaur bones are shown here, that formula worked on a smaller scale with Roger Madox, is a great artist, his handling of the color palette is worthy of praise.

– Feel free to not answer Mr. Randall but has learned his two brothers died and her parents attempted to death on his life resignándolo in solitude, growing into a retreat so is or has affected your life?

– If it has affected me, I am human, I have channeled those unforeseen blows, designing, helping others, devoting myself to work, taking refuge in art, without holding resentments, I recreate in my imagination a happy, normal childhood and in the world there are many people who have served me as help and example.

– If you could thank one person, who would it be?

– Mrs. Lucinda Johnson, the museum’s chief supervisor, she hired me, saw the potential it offered; my co-workers are magnificent, also the art and music of any century are my best friends.

– Do you know the reasons behind the defamation of Miss Joelle Berbens? -Joelle was confined in the police station, the regents allowed her to see the interview by tuning in to the news channel outside her cell-

– Joelle is not guilty; she is a pawn on the board, on my behalf… ‘brother’ I offer an apology, we spoke only once but her statement and her words of encouragement helped me a lot, I understand the fear you must feel, if you see me s or listen s, I will fight tirelessly for t or freedom.

In the curator Joelle pressed her car it to wet against the shackles extended arm pointing the screen as if he could touch ‘Josh help me I beg you, get me out of this place’ Mr. Randall has tried a cocktail of anger, injustice, hatred and resentment urging him to execute sinister plans, he had no enemies nor would he create them; The cherry on the cake is forgiveness, a perfect reputation acquires value if it is spread with a solid foundation of altruism and selflessness.

– I believe I speak on behalf of the English citizens Mr. Randall, you are the perfect example to follow, I take my hat off to the amazing attitude with which you face life. Would you give us a gift or would you give advice to all those youth full of dreams? What do you advise them?

– I am far from seeing myself as a role model, my recommendation is to fight daily, fight hard, living in the present, work hard and achieve your goals, your dreams.

– With this excellent advice we say goodbye by inviting you to the Museum of England. You cannot miss this magnificent event, I am Alecia Wolf, forward study…

The interview was a rerun of the morning broadcast; Joelle’s little hand was going down slowly and another stroked it softly.

– Hello Joelle…

– Josh, Josh, Josh… It’s you… it’s you… it’s a dream… I’m dreaming…

– No, you are not dreaming, I came to keep my word, you are free Joelle… -the person in charge of guarding the cells opened the gate-

– Josh was a fool, forgive me, Josh… Was an imbecile said while leaving running to embrace it –

– Neither idiot nor fool Joelle, forgive me, by crossing my path I have only brought you trouble, forgive me Joelle…

– Thank you, thank you, thank you Josh… sorry for doubting you…

– Let’s get out of here or do you want to stay?

– Nooo… -the joke made her rejuvenate-

Randall signed the necessary papers, in the moonlight Joelle and Josh looked at each other, of course Josh wasting gallantry would offer the sofa of his home so that he could sleep in peace.

– I know my house is not a fortress, and it robbed me… but I prefer to stay close for an hour and see television or save e have silent ‘ha ha ha’ whatever you want…

By accepting, Joelle changed her outfit, Josh provided his sweatshirt, jumpsuit and slippers, leaving them on the bed for when he finished showering, his exuded sensuality and pantomime made him lock himself a couple of times in the toilet and could not overcome his erection the limb was pulled as far back as possible to tie it up, causing us harm. Joelle offered to cook dinner and when Josh came in he said -you’re so red-

– Is hot…

– A little, if you turn up the air conditioning?

Watching the soccer game, the dilemma was lowered, at the end, I turn off the device and place a heavy blanket on the sofa.

– Stay in my room, I’ll sleep on the furniture…

– Josh gives me a lot of cut.

– It’s not a bother, really.

– It occurs to me… you want us to talk for a while before going to sleep…

– A little, there was more…

– You have a very nice house Josh… -I thought, I instead… –

– The agents told me about your grandmother and I have spoken with her…

– What?

– If you get angry these all right, let me explain, please… are you s difficult to afford the treatment doctor so cancel what it takes have also backed never do harm to anyone, you’re still his rightful heir and good spend an season with her, when you get closer to each other your grandmother will realize that you are a love of person, she will love you… -except for these words Joelle would remain unequivocal Josh is a maniac, her lexicon moved her by loosening her armor and destroying your preconceptions-

– Josh… -She whispered choking him to hug him- I have no words for…

– Easy Joelle, easy…

– Promise you will visit us in Gainsborough the only antique store in the area, promise it, and swear it by what you want the most…

– I promise I will visit you very soon… I promise Joelle…

– Anxiety attacks are more frequent, it would be a lot of annoyance to ask for a glass of milk… -Randall went to serve them and Joelle looked out the window, Heribertha was released but the judge issued a restraining order-

– What about your neighbor? Went mad?

– More or less, I slept with my brother and… they watched me round the clock on the balcony.

– What a horror! Sorry…

– You did not know anything like me…

– What do you feel? Your brother…

– It is a sharp and delicate conversation; it is hard to admit that your family is missing screws on the roof… I will pay a therapist, I will continue with my life…

Showing gallantry, he said good night to Joelle with a kiss on the forehead, he made sure she fell asleep, another touch opens new stimuli, it was unpleasant because she remembered having to masturbate the genital organs of Anton and the real Josh Randall. Once again I go into a trance to forget the unpleasant maneuver. I change my mind about Joelle for fitting so perfectly into the ruse; she was the perfect fragment and the faultless and ignites her fetishes.

If our grandmothers and mothers had approximately ten to twelve deliveries, what is the blessed discrepancy? That modern women enjoy eroticism without getting pregnant. Joelle approached her goal, she put her hand caressing the gifted package, biting her lips at the same time, without noticing the man watching her.

– Josh!

The up throwing her on the bed, lit candles scented, opening the s shade s the moon illuminated them pleased and emphasized the curves of her firm s bodies. Letting go of the excuse that he had not been with a woman for a long time, he embraced her with a spoon and his glans was inserted gently, she responded with attractive dilatation, his hands created ethereal scratches on the skin and his tongue lubricated solitary furrows.

Pleased, I prepare breakfast and between mischievous glances they greeted each other with a good morning, he put her to the test to see if she would release a review of her meeting with the late lover.

– They told me you like the detective.

– ‘Ha’ I liked in the past. Who told you?

– One of those who work at the station.

– The fatty, four eyes? –Randall affirms for affirming- that fool, is the prosecutor, is an idiot… if I accept that I was with the detective but only once, not several nor with your twin.

– And?

– A disaster.

– ‘ha ha’ killed my curiosity was boring, impotent?

– As a general rule, I climax quickly, he was mysterious, serious, mature, something that attracted me but at the time of that – I turn to the sky – he has bandaged me, I tie myself, he never took off my clothes or took them off, not a stimulation, not a kiss, a shooting star in slow motion, a bland masochism, surely he played the flute alone ‘ha ha ha’ I don’t mix milk with magnesia, I’m very sorry for the accident, now rest in peace.

– It could have killed you with boredom -they smiled- now in an intimate tune… How am I? What do you feel or think of me?

– You are a woman’s dream come true; the incredible thing is that to bring it to reality I only had to rub the lamp.

Randall would take a flight to Brooklyn and Joelle would return to Gainsborough he promised to return and ask her grandmother’s blessing to be engaged in marriage. If he didn’t return so soon, Joelle wasn’t going to be a bride waiting on the Eternals Pier either, or if she felt like it she would satisfy them.

At the height of the mountain descent is pleasant, leisurely; forget the ups and downs, the fame and reputation recorded in memorable plates, magazine covers and juicy checks, travel across five continents before returning. The wedding took place in the garden of her new house in an intimate and discreet ceremony; the grandmother had already died of natural causes. Joelle gave birth to healthy quadruplets, two boys and two girls, enjoying the opposite effect of postnatal depression, and Randall changed the flashy job teaching classes at Oxford University. I reach old age and gain self-forgiveness prior to the natural appearance of gray hair. He died without a hint of remorse, surrounded by grandchildren and great – grandchildren, ecstatic felicity. He was never liquidated for the morally unacceptable or alive, and after the grave he never felt a cold breeze or a presence that moved objects.

I enjoy life with a deplorably numbed conscience, it is projected out of the parable, it happens that way, people like cymbals, without scruples.

 

Chapter four

Pawn them

Randall’s factitious behavior sanitized him, in the deadly conversation he had with the detective, he has artificially elaborated experiences from true elements, which does not mean that he does not have feelings, R., could be defined as insensitive, enduring a qualified emotional emptiness of alexithymia a notorious inability to control and recognize his own emotions, he never said ‘I love you’ or ‘I love you’ to anyone, not to his wife and children, it was understood was his temperament, he magnetically said without speaking what people wanted listen and to achieve fluency I watched classic films reproducing their performances.

Are we talking about Joll or John? Well maybe analyzed from another head think better. Now let’s remember the person who knew the story of the Randalls and the reason for their hoarseness. The name of the gardener is Joan Daves, was a relatively close acquaintance to Randall his ex – wife and son chafed n Mrs. Rose Randall by the fact adopt and enslaving children skin color tan but that decision was made by his head Ettan Randall who suffered from infertility.

To pledge is to give or leave something as a pledge, the ancestors of the children’s family tree despised them for no reason, then Ettan killed two birds with one shot, the Taylor’s debt exceeded the zeros to the right and he needed help to maintain the land, more than children were employed; One could say that the development from children to adolescents was natural, instead, foster caregivers observed anomalies, for example, children tortured and killed animals, except John; after the scolding John left to follow the step of his relatives and began to paint showing great artistic and innate gifts, with one stroke he marveled any uneducated, the adoptive parents provided him with unconventional tools so as not to affect the family budget; to l meet sixteen design a peculiar design inculcándose in education clan is Anglo – Saxon of the descending ‘The Golden Flank or Goldside’ [7] . Josh, was the leader and organizer; he asked his brother John to tattoo that silhouette on their right chest to represent “ … a bond for life, a symbol that you are capable of anything … dishonoring the authorities and trampling the laws, we were born in pain, we will win by suffering and by inflicting sentences ”.

His twin Joll saw him through envy and tried to emulate, to no avail, these pictorial works, as he quickly hardened into or after variants of art, taxidermy being advantageous for him;  thorny maneuvers of the Kuatzu and Kappo [8] and of course the anatomy. Tragedies happen dizzying, alone. The derision went straight to his brain but this rotten fruit did not take that piece away, taking advantage of the rest; in facing later his fake mother demanding explanations and bonuses, when most researched where he was s when built that family exhibiting typical, the rational, the here is what I say, also slap on the Meijl the and Belts on the buttocks ignited the evil of Joll Randall only had to hit the pressure point of the lady’s ear hard, Rose was disoriented and her body was entangled in the chain link fence, one of the wounds was bleeding profusely.

– Help me Joll, son … help me.

– You are not my mother and you will never be, I am the son of the great Goldside clan, if you were, how do you hit a loan, I will be a garment of little value? Illusion, slavery was abolished long ago, as far as I’m concerned this was an accident and full stop.

– I don’t want to suffer… – Joll put a knife in her hand and Rose passed it through her jugular-

Not only because of the physical wounds of the present, the emotional wounds were very, very deep, it was inconceivable, all the effort and help given to these boys and paid for the bad gratitude, if they did menial tasks and could not afford formal education. What else gives? Parenting and a dose of affection kill deprivation and materialism. Joll went into the house, desperately going through the meditation volumes, immersing himself in his memory, erasing the recent event forever because in the end he knew that it crossed the confines of his arrogance.

Ettan Randall was shouting names in search of welcome, in the end he saw Rose slumped on the fence of the barn in the distance.

– Josh, Joll, John! Call the ambulance…

Josh and John were returning from a soccer game being about to witness a before and after in their psyche, they saw Ettan untangle Rose disconsolate asked the boys to bring the wheelchair of the late owner, hat, glasses and the His mother’s dark coat, due to previous discussions it was very notorious Joll caused the injuries, he asked them to stay home but the stubborn followed him to the train station; With serenity, he stood on the edge of the platform next to the chair and when he heard the noise of the engine approaching, at the precise moment, he threw himself on the rails, pulling the armrest; John and Josh had hidden in a car under repair but John could not see the suicide, instead Josh saw through the crack the attack.

The police arrived, the drivers and passengers, sadism s, examiners, when running they ran into human remains. When they got to the barn they looked for Joll, he was playing quietly with those in the alley, they dragged him to the fence with the pool of blood and Josh rewind the accidents, they regretted the loss together. They preferred to stay in the place, it would be difficult for someone to miss them. Joll fell silent but continued releasing pang through painting. Jo sh noticed a rarity bloodstains on her brother Joll’s clothes and his catatonic reading, decided to confront it resulting in confessions, fists, a cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

More lucid Josh hatched a plan to avenge his putative parents; John had a folder of drawings impeccable unsigned r which plagiarism; Joll was volatile and aggressive not be a problem to lay a fullería, drugs are fast getting and I denounce; Josh had already gone off to familiar places; Joll was admitted to a sanatorium but his condition worsened and at eighteen he ended up on the street with a premature outcome, Joll saw the obituary on the cot of his cell, an unidentified man, said, next to a photograph of the tattoo of the brotherhood, instead of being withdrawn by the news, started the engines, in the years of seclusion he continued studying; escaped from jail at twenty-three, the old Heribertha lied in the amount of time she lodged her lover, she drugged her by seducing her subconscious in sessions, losing the notion of space-time, sometimes her meat did not provoke an appetite, then, was invented one harness a toy sex the same brandished with Joelle, the old house was a shortcut to the agenda staff, soon to motivate Josh l to paranoia; When the time came, I cut his hands and embalmed the skin like an alchemist creating gloves, if a nosy nosed the name of his blood nemesis it would float to the surface, tracing Ettan’s latest feat, he stole a wheelchair and transported his twin to the past room,

– Hello brother…

– Where am I? -Joll rocked him for fun because he tied his feet to the beam- John? -John Randall’s paintings flaunted in famous rooms, a lotus flower in the middle of a stinking swamp-

– ‘Ha, ha, ha’ you remember poor John… a piece of garbage that you discarded, for you we are a void, less than nothing… Josh, little Josh, cunning… poisonous… carcinogenic… What was it that you did I say the last time we talked? I have not cut your tongue yet… this will refresh your memory – he said proceeding to open their skins with a scalpel-

– Aaahhhhhhh! -Joll he threw salt in the wound

– I said it was an accident and why you condemn me… -retóricamente responded flaying, whistling softly

At the end of the butcher shop, Joll would sneak out of the abandoned property, Daves pruned the magnolias and when he focused he made out the dark neighbor, with a careful eye not to return, he crossed the street, forced the lock of the barn, it was strange he did not raise dust, he kept running the door, the atmosphere was calm, I look for the fuse box and everything started like new, without taking off his gloves he took a look at the place.

He recalled the reason for his divorce; the previous Mrs. Daves curled him by arguing that the beardless were unbalanced executioners of their tutors, practicing first with their pet, the goat Pix. Speaking shouted obsessed contradicted gossipy, the undeniable were those picture s and why through television and the detective was claimed they had been robbed, decided to leave and to close the ported, felt a smell of stale. He reminded himself ‘those were not his business’. Authorities found traces of the body of one Josh in the wax museum warehouse, I recall. He retired to his home when he saw motionless by the dirty window to the fawn remembered, shocked and trembling hit the glass falling into account was mummified… those adjacent dead s in contingencies, a popular healer of relative, non stolen canvases, plus the assumption certified they are motivated to spend slouch silently.

And, yes, others turn a blind eye by replacing the concepts of solidarity, ‘if it doesn’t affect me, it’s not my business’.

– You were right Heglys, you were absolutely right.

– You came out of the shell to count the chicks.

– You have to report it.

– Go ahead… well…

– You went over the board…

– Ten years ago or little more I longed rebuke him with all my strength and the repeating that phrase both yours ‘ no goals ladle in soup Randall’ lost Christian endowments.

– It’s different…

– Different… does your heart beat because you recognize a couple of corpses? They could be helped by being alive… let the worms enjoy, they need food.

– Sorry Heglys I should have heard you but we can…

– It’s late… too late…

 

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