Foreword
After
years of chronicling the lives of the rich and shameless I am still
astonished at how similar they are no matter the country or culture.
The newly rich like Eladio Gomez-Luna will buy their respectability
through the silence and compliance of others. In the end he fell
short of becoming another Gerald Bradley because the latter never
fooled the set who regarded him as an interloper. In the end – if
what I heard about his death was true – he was ultimately unable to
fool himself. Since I no longer practice the faith of my upbringing
I am done speculating on whether he is in Purgatory or elsewhere.
I
have found new examples of the ultimate indulgences of such people.
While there is no Coliseum or Circus Maximus in Mexico City the San
Románs share some of the vices of certain historical personages
echoed by their name. Only modern civil law and my profession have –
thus far – held the line against the rise of a new Caligula or
Nero. I am a latter-day Suetonius, telling tales of hypocrisy,
corruption, and crimes that attempt to defy discovery and go without
punishment. I present my tales to you, my elite readers, that you
may judge these people for who they are.
Sit
back and read at your leisure. At least our wine is better than that
which was consumed by the Caesars.
Chapter
One: Looking for Guilt
It
was a rainy night with shadows of buildings reflected in the
increasing puddles in the narrow street, like something out of a
1940s film. A young woman whose tight short skirt resembled a
bathing suit from an earlier decade ran from an unseen enemy, her
steps slowed by the stacked heels of shoes she could not stop to
remove. A car with its bright lights at full power turned the corner
in pursuit. Her life flashed before her eyes as she fell down while
recalling the last time she had had sexual relations with Emiliano
San Román Bárcenas. The fall caused just enough delay for her
pursuer to get out of the car and catch up with her. The man wore a
dark blue hoodie. He grabbed her hair at the back of her head and
dunked her head three times into a metal barrel of water, but only
enough to disorient her. She grabbed a circular object to defend
herself with but could not get away. He caught up with her in only
three steps and threw her against the building wall before stabbing
her several times just below the solar plexus. He made certain she
was dead before leaving her body in the street like so much garbage,
then quickly ran back to his car.
Several
hours later Regina Bárcenas addressed the legislature after hearing
the report of this on the morning news. She was an attractive blond
of about forty years of age.
“It
is with shame I recount to you how dangerous it is to be a woman in
this country, specifically with regard to homicide. Every day seven
women are murdered in our country. Seven lives that are stolen and
most of their executioners do not face justice. Their murders mostly
go forgotten because it inconveniences those in power. We must
reflect on who governs because they can't or don't want to protect
us. Who will tell us he is able to deal with the violence,
unemployment, inadequate salaries, the lack of access to healthcare,
and the shameful lack of basic services?”
Gerardo
Martínez watched her with full attention and scrutiny. He was a
handsome gentleman in his early forties with thick dark hair and a
decisive face with strong features. The cupid's bow of his upper lip
was so sharply cut no one would have thought it feminine.
“It
is for this that I am going to bring an initiative to protect those
who are the most vulnerable prior to their birth. The law will be
comprehensive. It will obligate the state to guarantee every baby,
boy and girl, access to education, healthcare, and nutrition. We
must make the weak strong and therefore united. We must take care of
our nation.”
The
senate applauded Regina.
In
the parking lot of the local fire department Alonso San Román
addressed a crowd of people gathered before the billboard for his
campaign.
“During
this gubernatorial election we will carry on, changing the lives of
our people. We don't talk, we take action. We work for you to get
things done so you can believe in a more united country. This is
what we can all believe in. An independent sovereign and independent
country. Please, follow me in this great transformation so that
together we can make it succeed. Thank you very much.”
There
was some applause.
As
the firemen dispersed to go back to work and Alonso stepped away from
the podium Mauro, one of his aides, handed him a cell phone with a
news story about him. The headline contained the word every
politician fears: Scandal. He said they had better get back to the
office.
Gerardo
took the podium in the senate house.
“It
is curious that we are supporting a government that has serious
problems in the management of the economy. It is dealing with
accusations of corruption and deapite never being interested in the
condition of its people announces such a progressive law. What makes
me suspicious is who is proposing this law. This is only a demagogic
recourse, on the eve of the election.”
A
few cries of support and applause occurred. The speaker of the house
called for silence. The house began to empty. Regina rose from her
seat and met Daniela, her assistant, on the way out. She was
irritated with Gerardo, whom she had known years earlier when they
were at the university together. Daniela then told her there was
something more urgent to deal with.
“It's
your son.”
Alonso
came out of the parking lot with Mauro and headed back to their
office. Regina was headed back to her office as the local news
replayed the story of the murder of the night before. In two
separate locations Regina and Alonso watched the news footage of the
crime scene workers zipping up the body bag as the reporter described
described the victim as a young woman between twenty and twenty-five
years of age. The rumor was that her name was Florencia Oscura and
that she had been the star of a sex video that had gone viral on
social media. Alonso's father, Don Omar, watched his son's reactions
during the report.
Gerardo
and Nieves, his secretary, were in his office watching the same
report, calling it a tragedy. Ximena, Gerardo's daughter, appeared
just outside and he got up to let her in.
Regina
took her handbag and prepared to leave.
“Before
you go I have to ask you something,” Daniela said. “You once
told me you knew a Gerardo Martinez when you were Don Alonso's
assistant. Is that him?”
“If
this is going where I think it is I don't want any more questions.”
“Yes
or no?”
“Yes,
it's him.”
“Isn't
it odd that he appears now? Wow.”
“Wow?”
Regina paused at the door. “You know what your problem is,
Daniela?” She stared rather than state the issue. “I need to
rush out.”
Gerardo
greeted his daughter, who apparently was there to talk about her
mother. Gerardo asked for privacy and Nieves left them alone. At
the same time Regina was on her way home, concerned about Emiliano.
He was not answering his cell phone. As she got into the back of her
car she told Daniela to locate him for her and tell him to go to his
father's office.
Ximena
told her father she could no longer live with her mother. Her mother
was stealing money from her, lying to her, and trying to make her
feel guilty for not wanting to stay. This was nothing new to him; he
had separated from Teresa because of her mental illness, which had
destroyed their marriage. Before he could say anything Nieves opened
the door to tell him he had an important call. He had to take it.
“I
want the ones responsible for this. Do we know who they were?”
Alonso asked.
“We're
looking into it,” said Pacheco. “We suspect it was someone from
her world.”
“I
don't want theories. I want to know who they were. Whoever they
were this was an attack on me and I want them silenced.”
“The
problem is the media,” said Pacheco. “An accusation gets made
and they're all over it. And people have loose lips.”
“Then
we will have to deal with the media first,” Alonso said. “Say
that the governor's family is in turmoil, my son is very sick.
Invent something about this girl. Something that leaves no doubt.
Call Ochoa. Move it!”
The
two men walked out without a word. They knew Alonso San Román too
well to question his orders. When they were out of the office Alonso
looked at his father.
“Father,
what do you think?”
“I
only hope this doesn't do anything to you. If you insist, what are
you hiding?”
“Just
a distraction, a foolish act.”
“And
the death of this girl?”
“No,
no, I don't want to know any more about it. The investigation will
say that.”
Don
Omar nodded, knowing that his son would know how to handle this as he
had learned well from him that one must maintain total control over
one's life.
Regina
arrived at Alonso's office just as Omar exited it and closed the
door. He guided her away from the door as he greeted her.
“Dear
Regina, everything is alright.”
“Do
you know something?” she asked him.
“I
can't say anything; I know nothing about this,” he said. “The
most important thing is that you are together and all this will be
quickly resolved.”
“I
need to get to the bottom of this,” she said.
“Alonso
wants the same. This was an attack on him. That's the one thing I'm
sure about.”
Regina
looked into her father-in-law's eyes with a thousand-yard stare, as
though she did not believe him.
“I'm
going to see him, if you will excuse me,” she said, backing up
toward Alonso's office. Omar did not like this, but did not try to
prevent her. As soon as her back was turned he took out his cell
phone. He called his wife's chauffeur and said he wished to speak
with her.
She
had already exited the car and was on her way inside. The chauffeur
called after her to say her husband was on the phone.
“Tell
him I'm busy. I will be back in ten minutes,” she said.
Pacheco
and Mauro talked via cell phone, concocting a story about Florencia
Oscura having been a prostitute who often serviced foreign visitors.
Gerardo told Nieves to make an appointment for Morales, the man he
had spoken with on the phone. He gave Ximena a check to make up for
the money her mother had stolen and promised her that she could soon
move in with him. Ximena was still upset and left his office in
tears.
Emiliano
went outside to the pool area only to be stopped by Mario, his
maternal grandfather. He was tall, white-haired, and dressed for the
office.
“Why
not?”
“It
won't be convenient for a few days. Reporters are hanging around,
waiting to pounce.”
“I
need to know what happened to Florencia.”
“It's
being investigated. All the country's resources are on it. Besides,
what can you do? You can't talk to anyone. One careless remark to
the wrong person could be misinterpreted and severely hurt your
father's position in government. All it would take is one person who
opposes him.”
“I'm
not going to do anything, Grandfather. This isn't about him, it's
about me!”
Nonetheless
he went back inside, passing his grandmother along the way. Noemi
was not a stupid woman; she knew that something was not right.
“What
did you do to him?” she asked her husband.
“Trying
to get him to behave accordingly. He's not ten years old anymore.
I've got to go.”
He
turned to leave.
“Mario,
where are you going?”
“I'm
going to see how the investigation is going.”
“Oh,
really? I was just asking. Surely it's one of your whores.”
“How
is it you're drinking so early? I don't have to answer that.”
Cecelia
Aguilar showed a new employee to her new apartment. She told her
about The Rules, meaning that she was not to bring friends or
boyfriends into a place where she was entertaining clients. There
was a gymnasium downstairs for her use and a social room where topics
of the day were discussed, especially politics. She was to pay
attention to any political news. Absolute discretion was an
unbreakable rule. Nothing heard there was to be repeated.
“Don't
bore them with your personal angst,” she continued. “The truth
is that aren't interested. Instead, get them to talk about their
sexual fantasies. They like that. Please them and always, always
use a condom. Some might not but you need to protect yourself.”
For
a moment it looked as though Cecelia was looking to make a pass at
her, but she then suggested they put away her clothes. She pointed
the way to the bedroom. The new girl was on her way when the news
began on the TV set. Cecelia dropped the glass she was drinking
from. The new girl ran into the kitchen to see what was wrong.
It
was an update on the murder. The victim was identified as Florencia
Oscura, twenty-two years of age. She was said to have been involved
with Emiliano San Roman, who was seventeen years old.
Alonso
and Regina talked about this.
“We
should send Emiliano out of the country. Maybe to Europe for a
while.”
“That
won't resolve anything,” Regina said. “Besides, we can't leave
our son alone at this moment.”
“Then
we have to find a way to avoid the problems. Someone has to be
guilty. Someone had to have had a reason, a motive. They are
looking to discredit my administration.”
Regina
was obviously aware of his abject selfishness.
“We
are talking about our son and your family, Alonso. And you are
worried about your political career when at the moment you should be
thinking about Emiliano. Someone killed a girl he was going out with
–”
“He
was boinking her behind our backs. He made a video of it on his cell
phone –”
“That
was his only mistake. The only one. Now our duty, Alonso, is to
help and protect him. He is what's important at this moment.”
Alonso
looked as though he wanted to dismiss her concern, which he did.
“Regina,
I can't believe how naïve you are. This woman was a slut. Someone
planted her with our son. First the video, then kidnapping a
governor's son. Then she ends up dead. They are targeting our
family. Me! Taking him to an unknown place. Or do you know who she
was?”
“No.
Only about the video.”
“It
looks like he didn't do anything.”
“But
he did. I will order an investigation.”
“By
whom?”
“I
will speak to Almirón de Lucia, my security chief.”
“Ask
him to investigate, but nothing else.”
Natalia
walked into City Financiera demanding to see Javier. She breezed
past the receptionist and found Javier's boss, Arturo, in the
conference room working on his laptop. He said Javier was not in.
“Surely
you discuss your most important clients' business with him. And
surely the governor's mother is one of those clients, isn't she? Am
I wrong?”
“No,
no Señora.”
“Well,
then...”
“Look,
what I know is that one of the bad investments has disappeared but
don't worry; the other part is in very good shape. I've calculated
that you should recover the money in a few months.”
“I
want my money now. Tell Javier that he has twenty-four hours to get
it to me. I will not wait longer.”
“Yes,
Señora,” he said.
She
did not wait to hear more.
“What
are you insinuating?” Regina asked.
“I'm
sorry, it's nerves,” Alonso said. “I'm worried. But yes, you'll
have to keep your word.”
“When?
It's been months since you wanted to have relations with me.”
“And
now you start with reproaches again.”
“You're
right. We need time to talk about our marriage, our family.
However, I think we've lost it because of our lack of communication.
And when I find out about this girl the time has come. And when you
talk to Emiliano, talk to him like his father, not like a governor.”
She
walked out of his office, leaving him to think about that element of
his deficiency as a father. He never liked to think of such things.
Javier
entered the conference room in time for a reproach from Arturo, who
was not pleased at having been put in this position. He dismissed
Arturo's attitude about how he was handling Natalia's money,
suggesting that he smooth it over with her.
Regina
immediately met with de Lucia, who assured her that the most trusted
and expert police were investigating the situation. He told her that
the girl in question was not a prostitute, but something higher on
the food chain. She told him to keep her informed through her
secretary before any information got to the governor. He told her
that the governor had his own resources to find out what he wanted to
know. Regina did not permit that as an excuse. He was to do her
bidding in this matter and not cave to any pressure or get lazy. She
wanted to know who killed the girl and who hired him to do it.
De
Lucia said “Your wish is my command, Señora.”
“Work
this one alone,” she said.
Alonso
chewed out Ochoa for not keeping him informed of Regina's movements.
He demanded to know everything first. The man told him that Almirón
de Lucia will keep secret anything that Regina didn't want him to
know and he couldn't help that. He escaped from Alonso's office
before he could verbally whip him.
Mauro
and Pacheco were watching the news at the office. The newscaster
talked about the investigation into the double life of the murder
victim. She had apparently last been with a foreign businessman. At
the same time an security professional named Sosa reported to his
superior in the security chamber of the senatorial building and was
ordered to take evidence for immediate analysis. The box contained
security videos of the streets in the neighborhood frequented by the
victim. He wanted to know whom she had been with and when. After
which he was to follow standard operating procedure: destroy the
evidence and pay off whatever that cost. Sosa sent his underling,
Rodriguez, to do the work.
At
the San Román mansion Natalia took a call from Omar. There was
mention of the current family crisis and she asked whether he was
coming home early. Her reaction implied that he would not but she
did not appear disappointed. She called someone else but cut off all
his attempt at a serious conversation.
“I
don't like to talk on the phone. I want you in my bed.”
She
was at least discreet enough to not say so in front of the household
staff.
Alonso
was at his desk talking to his doctor who had delivered bad news in
person.
“Alonso,
you have an STD. I need to treat both you and your wife.”
“Obviously,
Regina can't know anything about this.”
“But
you have infected her. You have to tell her now.”
“Another
thing to worry about. Another weight to carry.”
“Then
you have to keep carrying it.”
“I
can't go on like this with her. It's unfair that this will ruin our
reconciliation.”
Emiliano
was skyping with a friend, talking about being locked up in the house
and his father keeping him under tighter surveillance. It prevented
him from being able to find out any more about Florencia as well. He
asked his friend for help.
“I
want to know whether she really wanted to be with me or whether this
was about incriminating my father.”
“Okay.
I'll talk to Deborah and see if there's an explanation.”
Emiliano
ended the call and looked at the video of himself and Florencia
having relations. He began to cry.
Regina
arrived at the senate house and was met by Daniela and Gerardo on the
steps. She acknowledged Daniela and indicated she had no interest in
speaking with Gerardo. As they got inside the building Gerardo made
it clear that he wasn't going to give up.
“If
you're going to continue to follow me it better be about the new
initiative,” she told him. “You'll have to wait, like everyone
else.”
“Do
you think that is the only reason I'd want to talk to you?” he
asked.
“What
else? You are from the opposition party. Only legislation. I
recall that a little while ago you said that I brought the initiative
to the table for the governor so I don't know what you want.”
“I
admire you. I'm very proud of you. It's true. I'm very proud of
you. That was born at graduation. Besides, I have many ideas to
discuss over dinner. Congratulations.”
“I
never thought this would be,” she said, with a sigh of relief. She
reached for her office door.
“Why
do you reject me?”
“Excuse
me, but that's not true.”
“No?
It was the first time I've asked you to dinner.”
“This
is the first time I've had the opportunity,” she whispered back.
“So
can you accept that you and I have a story?” he whispered.
“That
is a closed chapter, Senator,” she answered.
“No?
If that were the case, you wouldn't be interested in me.”
“I'm
a married woman and from the opposition party, so forget it.”
“I
can't. I've thought all this time what I lacked that you married
Alonso.”
“Well,
since I'm married and we're both working here we can have a polite
relationship, no?”
“Yes,
yes; of course.” A pregnant pause later he said “Well, the real
reason I looked for you was to ask about your son. I wanted too say
we're together on this.”
He
took her hand in his, much to her discomfort.
“Come
to me if you need anything.”
“Thanks.”
She withdrew her hand, closed the door, and sat down without a
backward glance.
Cecelia
walked out of the building and her cell phone rang. She asked about
something happening in the cabaret. She then said she needed
someone's help. Her father was not to know about this. She asked ow
long she would need to wait and said that no one was to know about
this. As she talked she was going into the cabaret room where a
woman in black dominatrix lingerie was moving around on a stripper
pole. Isela appeared just as she ended the call.
“Daughter,
what do you think you're doing here?”
“I
was going to meet a friend here but we're going to see each other
elsewhere.”
“Wait
–”
“I'll
call you, Mother,” she said, deliberately cutting her off.
Isela
followed her toward the door, but Cecelia would not turn back. She
gave up and turned to a male employee, a bearded man in a leather
jacket.
“What
was my daughter doing here?” she asked. “I hope she didn't find
out anything.”
“I
didn't tell her anything, Isela.”
Alonso
and Mauro walked as the latter updated his boss with their progress
on the cover-up. Alonso looked up and saw Omar, so he dismissed
Mauro to meet with him. Omar told him that they could not waste time
because they needed a guilty man immediately.
“The
police are still investigating; we don't have anyone yet.”
“Then
we'll make one up,” Omar said.
“No.
We're working the press so they won't get suspicious.”
“What
would you prefer, to lose your wife, your career? We cannot allow
the doubt to fall on ourselves. We need a guilty man. Tomorrow we
will name the killer.”
“Very
well. But of course this conversation never took place.”
“Of
course.” He paused for a second, then looked at his son. “Have
your resolved your sex problems with your wife? We need that.”
“How
do you know?”
“Have
you forgotten I'm your father? I can see through you.”
Alonso
smiled ironically to himself. He reminded himself never to
underestimate his father.
Someone
filled Gerardo in that things were not well in the governor's office.
Somehow, though, despite this the governor was more popular than the
president. His campaign manager, Ignacio, handed a file to Gerardo
and suggested that he lead a vote against the law proposed by Regina.
They tried to urge him to do this to further his own advancement,
saying that this was the moment to destroy the governor and his wife.
Three
men in suits arrived at Señora Oscura's home. She didn't recognize
them, but they told her they were from the governor's office. She
looked bleak, her complexion washed out and made all the paler for
lack of cosmetics. The men pushed past her into the house, followed
by another.
Señora
Oscura sat at her table as the men made her an offer they didn't
think she would refuse.
“I
want to give you my condolences for the loss of your daughter,” the
leader said as he opened his briefcase. He removed a leather
document folder, revealing stacks of money whose value may have
equaled thirty pieces of silver. “This is a small compensation.”
He closed the briefcase. “Of course, before you receive this you
must sign this.” He opened the folder in front of her. One of the
other men stood near the window and kept watch outside the building.
“What
is this?” she asked.
“You
can read it calmly. But if you want to know it's your promise not to
talk to the press, or approach – in public or private – the
governor or his family. The case contains an open plane ticket. It
would be convenient if you took a little vacation now to heal your
wounds. You need to leave tonight.”
“I
need to bury my daughter's ashes, Sir,” she said.
“Your
daughter is in heave, the best place possible. Fly to wherever you
want to. Do otherwise and there is no deal. It's your decision.”
He
clicked open his pen and put it on the table in front of her.
Regina
arrived home as Noemi was putting ice in her glass.
“Mother,
are you drinking?”
“Yes;
it's for my depression,” was her answer.
“Yes,
we'll talk about your depression. Now I want to talk about my son,
Emiliano.”
“Emiliano
is locked in his room.”
“Were
you able to talk to him?”
“Your
father started to and of course he tried to force him. Mario has
lots of talent for that, you know.”
“And
what about my father?”
“Mario
went out and as usual didn't say where he was going, but I know where
he went.”
“Excuse
me, but –”
“I
know he has a mistress, Regina. He took his car and kept talking on
his cell phone. He's always talking to her. Your father is –”
“Again
with this? No.”
Regina
turned away and went into the next room. Noemi followed her, drink
in hand.
“Is
this of so little importance to you? I mean it, it's serious. It's
more serious than last time.”
Regina
paused, collected herself, and did an about-face.
“What
are you talking about?” she asked her mother.
“Her
name is Cecelia. You have to know this. It's very important for
this family. You'd never know where she works.”
“Where?”
“Please,
Regina, listen.”
“I
need to see my son now.”
She
walked away from Noemi.
Alonso's
chauffeur and another man were escorting him away from the office.
“Where,
Sir? Home?”
Alonso
laughed quietly in the back seat of the limosine. “You know
where.”
The
other man, who was riding shotgun, spoke into a microphone clipped to
his lapel. “A change of plans.”
Gerardo
sat as Ignacio kept talking.
“Surely
this is about your old relationship with her.”
“No.
The only driver of my decision is my ethics.”
“No,
this isn't about ethics. It's that your balls aren't big enough.”
He pointed. Gerardo got up from the desk and the man headed for the
door. “Don't worry; I resign. You can get someone your size as
your campaign manager and you know what? You won't go on to the
presidency.” He opened the door.
“Wait
a minute,” Gerardo said as he checked his ringing cell phone.
“It
won't help you. Let's go on to the party.” He walked out as
Gerardo answered his phone.
“Yes,
Nieves?”
“Sir,
I just found your wife. You've got to get here immediately because
she's causing a big scene.”
“Give
me the address and I'll be right there.”
He
ran out of the office.
“Ignacio,
we're not finished. There is a major problem we need to follow up
on.”
“Oh,
yes, it's your ex-wife.”
“How
do you know?”
“She's
a burden on you. You've gone years without doing anything about her.
You know, 'ethics' for you is a mask for cowardice. You're deaf and
timid, Gerardo.” He walked out the door.
“Ignacio!”
Gerardo went out after him, but then went back to retrieve something
from his desk.
Alonso's
limousine stopped in front of a house. He remained inside while one
of his men opened the door. A long-haired brunette in a long
clinging red dress came out and went inside at the instruction of his
bodyguard. A guard who could not prevent the assault this visit was
about. The woman turned on the seduction with the manner in which
she said “Hello.” Alonso was in no mood for this.
“No,
don't,” he said, raising his hand in reproach.
“What
do you want?”
“You
really don't know?”
“No.”
“Yes,
you know. Bitch.”
He
looked at her with pure hatred. If looks could kill she would have
been cremated on the spot. He grabbed her hair suddenly and talked
through clenched teeth.
“What
did you give me when I fucked you? And how many others were you
with?”
“Nobody,
I swear.”
“You
can't not know. You gave me a disease. Stupid bitch.” He
released her and handed her a business card. “Go there tomorrow so
you can be treated and forget about being with anyone else as long as
you're with me. Is that clear?”
“Yes,”
she whispered.
“Now
get out of here!” He pointed to the door and she got out. The car
pulled away, leaving her standing on the sidewalk.
Emiliano
was still on his computer. He hit a social media page that said “This
profile does not exist.” There was a knock.
“I
don't want to see anyone.”
Regina
walked in.
“It's
me, son.”
“Leave.”
She
did not and he realized it. He stared at her for a moment.
“They
took everything away from me.”
“What
are you talking about?”
“There's
nothing left of her. No photos, no video, no Facebook page, nothing.
Everything about Florencia is gone.”
Regina
sat next to him and he looked into her eyes.
“You
had nothing to do with this, did you?”
“No.
I'm sure your father is very worried about this.”
“Why
isn't he here?”
“I'm
sure he's on his way.” She touched his face to make sure she had
his attention. “We're not your enemies. We're here and we're with
you when that video is revealed. We're not reproaching you for
anything.”
He
was not reassured. He got up and walked over to the other side of
the room.
“Don't
scold me for anything, from here on I'll never see her again! She'll
never reappear again.”
“Perhaps
she was the one who published the video.”
“How
could you say that, Mother? What a stupid thing!” He headed for
the door, still going on about this. She followed him and stopped
him from leaving the room.
“Calm
down and listen to me,” she said, evenly. “Your father believes
that someone did this in order to discredit him.”
“The
television knows something. They think he is at fault.”
“Emiliano,
that's a hypothesis. A speculation.” She got him to sit down
again. “What you must know is that all this is a trap. You
understand that, don't you?”
“He's
just like Grandfather, isn't he?”
“Like
what?”
“He
thinks I can't have a woman, that I can never be a father –”
“No.
No way,” she said, stroking his hair. “You can love any woman
but a secret is something else.”
“I
don't want to see you. I don't want to listen anymore. Go, Mother.”
She
stared for a long moment, then left his room without another word.
“Ochoa,
do you have any news?” Alonso asked over the phone.
“A
scandal in security, Sir.”
“What?”
“Someone
in the command center broke protocol. They wiped out all the images
of Florencia Oscura from the security cameras at the crime scene.
The images were from prior to the murder.”
“Of
course. How convenient,” he said with cold sarcasm. “Therefore
you have nothing yet.”
“We
may have something from a nearby building. It's being processed now.
It has images of the killer who had followed the girl.”
“So,
do you or don't you know who killed this woman?”
“Watch
your wife's security, Sir.”
Teresa
was seated at the hotel where Nieves caught up with her.
“I
swear I'll pay everything to the last centavo,” she said.
“You
are not leaving or setting one foot out of here until you pay this
gambling debt,” said a butler.
Gerardo
was on his way to deal with this. As soon as he entered the room
Teresa rose from her seat and went over to him.
“See,
this is my husband,, an important senator.” She turned to Gerardo.
“My love, I'm sorry you had to come but I did something foolish,
this man disrespected me, and I want you to close this place.”
Gerardo
maintained a stiff upper lip, but was embarrassed.
Back
at the San Román mansion, Javier was about to light a post-coital
cigarette after a vigorous encounter with Natalia. Natalia reminded
him that her husband didn't smoke.
“Then
I better go,” he said. She didn't see his face, but he looked as
though he couldn't get out of there fast enough. She began caressing
his bare shoulders.
“You're
mistaken. You're not leaving until you give me back my money.”
“You
have no reason to fear your husband.”
“I
was told he saw me in the center of town last night. Don't worry
about him. You're better off worrying about me.”
“It's
that here I don't have it. I have no contacts at the top.”
“You
can take your cell, make contact with your account, and transfer my
money to me. It's that easy.”
“I
see you distrust me.”
“Do
I have to?”
“Do
you know I love you?”
“Then
show me one more time.”
She
laughed as she pulled him back on top of herself.
It
was like a bucket of freezing water had been dumped as Omar entered
the bedroom.
“Natalia!”
Both
sat up, holding the sheets in front of themselves.
Alonso
went inside the house. Regina was waiting for him.
“My
love,” she said.
“I'm
going to talk to Emiliano,” he said to her.
“You
need to listen to me a moment. I just talked with him and I think –”
“I've
had enough assessments. I don't need more to talk to my son.”
“What's
rushing you? What happened? Why are you like this?”
He
gave her a look of pure hate, not unlike the one he gave the
prostitute.
“Because
I hate being deceived. Especially by my wife.”
“What
are you talking about, Alonso?”
“Florencia
Oscura. I know who killed her.”
Neither
saw Emiliano, who had opened the door just in time to hear this.
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