Alibis
are interesting things. Most people invent them when they are unable
– or unwilling – to keep a social commitment. Others need them
to cover lies. Smart criminals save the best ones for when they
kill.– D.D.
Catalina
and Diego were going over communication statuses of their suppliers
when Francisco entered her office. She closed her computer and asked
whether he had heard from Ámbar.
“No.
I just spoke to Vega; she's still ignoring me. What worries me is I
don't know if I have the right to insist she return my call. I don't
know.”
Leonora
peeked into Alejandro's room; he was not there. She knocked on José
Carlos' door. When he did not answer she entered. The room was in
some disarray and he was not in bed. He then emerged from the
bathroom, freshly showered and shirtless.
“Excuse
me,” she said, a little embarassed.
“Did
you mistake the room?” he asked.
“No;
I knocked several times. How have you been?”
“Good.
Nobody need worry.”
“Gélica
told me you had a bad night.”
“Yes;
I had nightmares. But it's getting better, step by step.” His
right hand was shaking, so he put it behind his back and held it with
his left.
“Good.
Well, I'll go so you can change.”
“Thanks
for worrying about me.”
“I
hope you're better, that's all.” She went to the door.
“Leonora,
my brother is very lucky to have you at his side.”
“Thank
you.”
He
looked as though he wanted to say more.
Alejandro
was addressing a meeting and talking about Gothier's brand image.
José Carlos arrived late and took his seat. Catalina noticed him
but returned her attention to her son, who were saying they needed to
reinvent themselves. He talked about the digital audience and José
Carlos – with a mouth full of donut – interrupted him saying “I
like this. It's a great proposal. I have another one: That I take
charge of the diamond suppliers.”
“Diego
is in charge of that,” said Catalina.
“I
know, but it would be better if someone in the family was at the
forefront of negotiations.”
Catalina's
phone rang; she looked at it.
“Not
a good idea,” said Francisco. Someone else's phone rang.
“Milan,”
said Catalina as she got up. As she passed her stepson she said “I
like this proposal; everything else is the same.” She left the
conference room.
“Let's
vote on it,” said José Carlos.
“Is
that the presentation?” asked Francisco.
Catalina
went out of the room and answered her phone.
“I've
been waiting for your call.”
“Ah,
very good,” said Mr. X. “Do you have the money?”
“You
know that getting millions of dollars in cash will not be easy.”
“Your
deadline is nine PM tonight.” He ended the call and pocketed his
phone. Then he opened a bottle to get a head start on the cocktail
hour.
Luis
and Leonora were at her desk talking. He was suspicious of Catalina.
“She
went with me to the police to make my statement. She defended me,”
Leonora told him.
“Defended
you? You were the victim,” he said.
“Yes,
but in this country when you make an accusation they treat you like
you're the guilty one,” she answered. “You haven't been through
anything like this. With her on my side I finally felt strong --”
“Yes,
of course. Using her influence --”
“No.
Because I felt something I never had. I felt like I had a family.”
She almost began crying.
“If
you need help, I'm your friend,” he said.
“You
are the best friend I have,” she said.
Baldessari
had been watching from his office window. He got up and walked out
of his office. Leonora got up and left the newsroom and when Luis
stood up Baldessari was waiting for him.
“I
have something for you,” he said.
“Yes?”
“There
is a video making the rounds of social media that his partner has
disappeared. It was in a red-light district after a few drinks and
she never returned.”
Leonora
was in the women's restroom, splashing cold water on her face. She
flashed back to Lazar's attack. She took a deep breath.
“I
want you to investigate this thoroughly,” Baldessari said.
“Homophobes, kidnapping rings, radical groups. I want five or six
installments and I want you to start now before we get scooped on
it.”
“You'll
need me, too,” Leonora said. “You'll need photos for the
articles.”
“No,
no, no, no. I have something special for you. The boss wants photos
of Nadine, the star of the moment.”
“But
you can get those kinds of photos anywhere.”
“Don't
argue; it's the boss's orders. Besides, he demanded the best
photographer we have.” Baldessari started to walk away.
“For
that you need me?” Leonora asked.
“Good
idea. Give those photos to Nico who does photos of gay couples,
paying customers.”
He
walked out .
Alejandro
ended the meeting and the room began to clear. He paused to kiss the
cheek of a blond female employee, then left the conference room.
José Carlos followed him.
“I
can't imagine the energy needed to keep up appearances,” he said.
“Sincerely. Your mother can't make you marry someone you don't
love. You're over 21.”
“I've
been thinking that the only thing she's afraid of is you taking the
company.”
“If
your mother wants a grandchild, you can pay someone to have it. You
won't ruin anyone's life. It isn't quite what our father wanted but
our father is dead.”
“Don't
you think it's fair to honor the memory of our father to do things
the right way?”
“Your
mother will ruin your life. I'm not your enemy. Think about it. My
ruin is your life. She'll ruin me whether you marry or not.”
“Are
you finished?” José Carlos did not answer. Alejandro went to his
office.
Mr
X showed up at the newspaper and told the secretary he wanted to see
Rafael Baldessari. She told him that Baldessari would be out of the
office for the rest of the day and wouldn't be back. He was holding
a manila envelope.
“I
have important information,” he said.
“If
you wish I could take it for him.”
“This
information is a bomb,” he said. He did not see Leonora, who was
just beyond the open door.
“I'll
tell you what. Since you've been helpful I will leave you my card so
he can call me.”
He
handed it to her and walked out. He did not notice Leonora, who
watched him until he got to the elevator. She then went to the
secretary.
“Who
was he?”
“I
don't know but he is crazy.”
“What
did he want?”
“I
don't know. Something about information.”
“What
kind?”
“I
have no idea.” The desk phone rang. “Excuse me.”
Leonora
saw the business card on the desk and picked it up.
Alejandro
was on his way out when Miguel stopped him.
“I've
been waiting for you, I've been worried.” he said.
“Why
are you here?”
“To
find out what happened.”
“Cut
with a pocket knife.”
“A
pocket knife?”
Alejandro
watched as others passed through the same area.
“Yes,
but I'm alright.”
“Do
you have some time?”
“Yes,
why?”
“I'm
moving to Chile.”
Francisco
met with Commandante Omar Vega, who told him this meeting was routine
in these cases. He was going to ask him some routine questions to
assess his honesty. Francisco seemed to not understand this, or
pretended he didn't, which could have encouraged Vega to question his
competence as an attorney.
“I'm
going to Chile. They've accepted my proposal.”
“Why
so fast?”
“I
don't want to go, but I don't want to end up as best man at your
wedding.”
“Miguel,
don't go. Don't do this.”
“Then
don't do this to me. I don't want to share you.”
“You
know perfectly well that Leonora is about my father's will.”
“I'm
fed up. I'm tired, very tired. I loved you. I was under the
delusion that I could have a good future with a partner. For what?
To be displaced?”
“I
love you, but Leonora is something else.”
“You
love me?”
“Of
course.”
“Then
let's go to Chile. We'll start from zero. I'll have a good job.
We'll meet new people. Let's go to Chile.”
“I
can't go to Chile. Imagine my mother. She would see it as a betrayal.
I can't do that.”
“Don't
give me this stuff about your mother's attitude.”
They
stared at each other.
Commandante
Vega began his questioning, all the while watching Francisco's
expressions.
“Before
Sra Ambar disappeared did you have any kind of argument?”
“No.”
“Did
you have any heavy discussion, any marital problem?”
“What
does that have to do with this?”
“Did
Sra Ambar have a lover?”
“Of
course not.”
“Are
you sure?”
“Sure.”
“And
you?”
Francisco
stared. He had kept a neutral expression up to this point, but
Vega's instincts noticed the subtle change.
“Ah,
I thought so. Did she know about this situation?”
“That
doesn't change anything, Commandante. My wife has disappeared. I
want to contact her. I want her to come home. Perhaps if you can't
help us I should take care of this.”
“No.
This is a legal matter and only a judge can demand a tracer for the phone.
I'm surprised you didn't know this, abogado.”
Francisco
stood up.
“Therefore?”
“Well,
we'll decide what we're going to do.”
Miguel
had had a few drinks too many. He went on about wanting to spend his
life with Alejandro. The house, garden, the entire bourgeois dream.
He talked about coming back after a while and starting over. This
ended with them deciding to go out to have fun.
“Fifteen
thousand is too much for a rat like you,” Catalina said over the
phone.
“You
want to play hardball? Okay, we'll play hardball,” he said as he
sat down on his couch. “I'm on the trail of a woman who just
disappeared. What is her name? Ámbar. Isn't it too much
coincidence that this poor woman disappeared right after your husband
died? I'd say this is quite a coincidence for you.”
“My
husband died in an accident. This woman abandoned her husband.
These things happen.”
“I
asked myself how much time would I need to investigate this to find
the connexion between these two events and you.”
“I
would like to know, Señor.... Can I call you Señor X?”
“I
have the proof in my hands that could put you away forever, Señora.”
“Those
photos won't do it.”
“I
have DNA evidence that can prove that Alejandro is not the son of
Carlos Larios.”
“And
what else?”
“What
else? That's sufficient. And if you don't hand over the money on
time you will face the consequences.”
“Where
do I bring the money?”
“Wait
for my call for instructions. Obviously, you will not call the
police.”
“Don't
worry. This business is between you and me.”
She
ended the call and stared.
Alejandro
called Leonora to postpone a date with her, saying that he was dining
with his mother. He cut the call short since she was at work and he
had things to do. As soon as he ended the call Miguel and he left
the restaurant they had dined in. They had enjoyed some excellent
examples from the wine cellar.
Catalina
stared at the stacks of money on her desk. Also her pistol with its
partner, the silencer, and a taser. She checked it to make sure it
was fully charged.
Luis
went into a gay bar in the line of duty. His colleague, Nico, was
with him. Dance music with its clichéd thumping bass was playing
just a little too loud and the dance floor was full. Nico told him
they were invited for drinks and Luis told him not to eat anything
there. They talked about photos and Nico talked about other possible
things that could happen there. Luis left him near the bar, saying
not to drink anything. He then walked through the dance floor,
looking around. He saw Alejandro coming in from the other end of the
room, greeting others. He saw that Alejandro was obviously known
there.
José
Carlos was still at the atelier. He looked around to make sure he
would not be interrupted, then sat down in Diego's office and tried
logging into the server. He tested multiple passwords.
Catalina
arrived at the designated location. She rang a doorbell at the gate
and was buzzed in.
Luis
saw Alejandro and Miguel together. He was realizing that their
relationship was beyond mere friendship. Nico came over to him to
show him photos on his phone. Miguel tried to get Alejandro to dance
with him but he pulled away. Then Miguel started out on the dance
floor. Alejandro noticed Luis and ducked out of sight. Luis made it
to the other end of the floor just as Miguel realized that Alejandro
was no longer in the club.
Catalina
slowly entered Mr X's apartment and closed the door quietly behind
her.
“Good
evening,” she said.
“Wow,
how punctual!”
“I
don't have much time.”
“Well,
you could at least stay for a short beer. Or next time.”
“I
don't think there will be a next time.”
“That
depends on you.”
“What?”
He
immediately frisked her, like a tough cop would a criminal in a 1950s
film noir.
“Don't
touch me!” she yelled.
He
found the pistol, hidden in the back of her waistband. He held the
muzzle to the back of her neck briefly before stepping away.
“Did
you expect to surprise me?”
“No.
I wouldn't come into this neighborhood without some type of
protection.”
“You're
absolutely right, and how beautiful you are. You're right.” He
tucked the pistol into his own waistband. “But at least, did you
come alone?”
“I
always keep my word.”
“Therefore,
we can negotiate.”
“I
want the file with all the photos and the DNA test on my son.”
He
held out the manila envelope and snatched it away as she reached for
it with a gloved hand.
“Are
you ready to hand over the price?”
She
nodded, then pointed to the desk.
“Also
those photos.”
“Well,
then hand me my money.”
“First
I want an answer.”
“What
is the question?” he asked, as though bored.
“Who
paid you to investigate me?”
“No.
You can't ask me to break professional confidentiality. That's a
breach of my code of ethics.”
“I
am paying you much more than the price of your services. Just say
Yes or No. Was it Ámbar?”
“Yes.
It was she. Ámbar.”
Catalina
opened the envelope and removed a flash drive.
“I
want to see what I'm buying." Mr X tried to refuse, but ended up
taking it and plugging it into his laptop. He clicked through the
photos that had been sent to Carlos.
José
Carlos looked through some documents when he saw a security guard at
the door. He recognized him and the man – Lopez – apologized for
startling him. José Carlos explained that he was working late and
needed to review some documents.
Catalina
held the DNA report and looked at it. It clearly showed that
Francisco was the father of Alejandro.
“It's
the original. There are no others. Give me my money!”
Catalina
zipped open the travel bag containing the money. She took out stacks
of bills and he took them from her. He started counting in some
fashion. She slowly removed her stiletto-heeled shoes and carefully
placed her bare feet on the floor. She stepped out into the corridor
with the taser in hand. He did not hear her. He started to yell
about the money when she got close enough to put the taser directly
against his back and apply the current. He fell to the floor and she
injected more current. He twitched but could not get up. She
removed her pistol from his belt and carefully applied the silencer.
Leonora
arrived via taxi at Mr X's house and her cell phone rang as she
approached it. She answered quickly and it was Alejandro.
“Hello,
my love, did I wake you?”
“No.
Not at all.”
“You
sound a little agitated.”
“No,
I was working. Can I call you back in a little while?”
“Yes.
I was having dinner with my mother and then talked to Miguel, who
was a bit anguished.”
“Was
there a problem?”
“He
was having trouble with his partner and needed to be rescued.”
“Is
he alright?”
“Yes,
he's home at his apartment. Can I call you a little later?”
“Yes.”
“I
will. Bye.”
She
ended the call as she looked at the building.
Catalina
retrieved the money and all the files. She then tased the laptop
until sparks flew out of it. Mr X was regaining consciousness
although he could not get up from the floor.
“Help
me, help me,” he said, weakly.
Leonora
was just outside the gate shouting “Good evening.”
Catalina
turned toward the sound of her voice. Leonora rang another bell and
a woman came out.
“Whom
are you looking for?” she asked.
“Good
evening. I'm looking for a Señor Josue Armenta. He's a private
investigator.”
“He
lives here.” She opened the gate to let Leonora in.
Catalina
stared down at him.
“I
was going to kill you,” she said. She crouched down next to his
right side. “But it will be you.” She put his bare hand over
the pistol, picked it up, and fired at the side of his head. One
bullet seemed to have done the job.
Leonora
and the landlady were coming up the stairs. They got to his door and
knocked. Catalina had exited the apartment and taken the stairs to
the next floor. She listened as Leonora knocked on the door.
Leonora pushed on the door and discovered it was not locked. She saw
Armenta [Mr X] was lying on the floor. Blood pooled around his head.
The landlady screamed.
Somehow
Catalina had gotten down to the ground floor and out of the gate.
She looked back briefly before crossing the street to where her car
was parked.
The
crime scene unit arrived punctually and immediately began bagging
evidence. Including one of the photos of Catalina and Francisco. A
crime scene photographer took pictures. A uniformed policeman talked
to Leonora.
“They
said that you didn't hear the shot?”
“Pardon?”
“Did
you hear the shot?”
“No.
I didn't hear anything.”
“What's
in the bag?”
“Equipment
for my work. I'm a photographer.”
“Did
you take any photos here?”
“No.
I was going to, but no.”
“That
seems impossible to me. Things don't go that way. You're coming
with me to the station.” He started to grab her arm and she
resisted.
“No,
let go of me.”
“This
is only to eliminate the possibilities.” He reached for her again
and she pulled back without taking her eyes off him.
“We'll
do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“Don't
touch me anymore.”
They
both ducked under the crime scene tape surrounding the building.
José
Carlos poured a glass of whiskey and left it on the table. He sat
down on the couch and stared. It wasn't long before he cried out.
Gélica found Alejandro in a nearby room.
“Alejandro,
he's very sick. He needs your help.”
“What
my brother needs is a straitjacket.”
José
Carlos came out with the glass and the bottle, which he handed to
Gélica.
“Gélica,
I don't want this in my room. I don't want any alcohol in the house.
Get rid of it.” She took it from his hands and out of the room.
“Very
good, dear brother. Very good. This is a big step forward,” said
Alejandro. He took a sip of his own drink. It was clear that he had
had others before it.
José
Carlos went back to his room, passing Catalina on the way. She asked
Alejandro what happened.
“Where
were you?”
“Dining
with a friend. Do I now have a son who is jealous of my every move?”
“No.
I never think about that.”
“And
what is happening with Leonora?”
“Leonora.
Do you want to pretend that I spent the whole day with her?”
“No.”
“What
should I say? That I'm the best boyfriend of one's dreams, Mother?
That didn't happen.”
“You've
been drinking.”
“Yes.
I drank. I was with Miguel all afternoon. We went out to eat, to
dance. It was incredible. Are you going to say something?”
“Yes.
Go to bed and we'll talk in the morning.”
She
turned away and went to bed. Alejandro looked at his cell. There
were four unread messages and ten missed calls.
Luis
picked up Leonora at the police station. She started describing what
she saw, such as the open apartment door and the ruined computer. He
got her out the door and back to her apartment where he asked her
whether she had seen Alejandro. She shook her head.
“That's
the first I've thought of him tonight. He said earlier to call if
there were problems. He was dining with Catalina.”
“When
I refer to Alejandro, I'm talking about Alejandro.”
“Yes,
yes. I didn't call because I don't want Catalina to get on him about
how his girlfriend is always in trouble. I was at the police station
twice in two days.”
“You
think that was a good excuse for Alejandro?”
“What
do you mean 'excuse'?”
“Leonora,
we're friends. Good friends, and I love you. We have no secrets, do
we?”
“No.
Are you worried about something?”
“I
saw Alejandro in a gay joint. He arrived with a young guy.”
“Did
he see you?”
“No,
I don't think so.”
“He
told me his friend Miguel had a problem and he asked him to come and
help him, so they went there.”
“He
called to tell you that?”
“Yes.
Before all this obviously and he would call later so he wouldn't
have to worry him. Alright?”
“Yes.
I imagine he had other things to worry about.”
“You
want a drink?”
“No,
thanks.”
Leonora
went to the kitchen and Luis still thought about what he had seen
earlier.
Miguel
brought his luggage down. Alejandro was feeling awkward because of
the events of the previous evening.
“You
won't believe me and it will be hard to believe but I had no other
choice.”
“What?
What are you trying to say? You had no other choice but to leave me
there alone? To look for you like an imbecile all over that place
all night in front of everybody? I almost went to your house.”
“I'm
sorry. Someone almost found out.”
“There
is nothing else but for me to say goodbye. I have to go.”
“No,
Miguel.”
“We're
not going over that again. I'm serious.”
“Why
no more? You know how important you are to me.”
“No,
no, no. I don't know. All day we eat together, I have hope,
then you abandon me at the club. I have no other choice, Alejandro.
I have nothing left to fight for. You left me alone!”
“You're
right. If I had the same freedom that you do I'd do everything so
that our life together could work and move up. Why are you
laughing?”
“Because
this is too funny. Your life doesn't belong to you. It belongs to
your mother. She makes all the decisions for you. You don't know
what you are, you don't know what you want.”
“When
do you leave?”
“In
the morning. Don't go to the airport with me. I don't want you in
my life.”
He
moved his suitcases toward the door. Alejandro tried to touch his
arm but he wouldn't permit him to.
The
following morning, Catalina gave instructions to an atelier employee
then went upstairs to find Alejandro sitting on the velvet couch,
looking depressed.
“Alejandro,
what's wrong? Is it Miguel again?”
“Yes.
It's over. He was serious about it. He's going to Chile.”
“Well,
it's for the better.”
He
looked at her out of the corners of his eyes. She had an incredible
capacity for cruelty, one so deep that he had no idea, but it was
unnatural for a mother to be so unemotional about the end of a
relationship.
“You're
starting over now. Going forward there is nothing more important
than you and your future. Concentrate on Leonora. We are very close
to achieving our objective.”
A
police car stopped outside and several officers entered the gates.
“When
all this is done, you can do whatever you want once you have a son.
But now we have to finalize your relationship with her. And more.
Ask her to marry you.”
“No.
This is not the moment to do anything like this.”
“Yes,
this is the moment. Every minute counts. How many times before this
have you done the procedure with Leonora and how many times before
you get your freedom?”
He
looked at her with a questioning expression but did not have time to
express it verbally. The secretary entered to tell Catalina that the
police were looking for her.
She
went downstairs where Commandante Vega held up the photo found at the
crime scene. The photo she had missed.
“Where
did you get that?”
“At
the crime scene. Last night a report came in about named Josue
Armenta was found dead. He was a small-time con man. This was found
among his things.”
Catalina
thought back to the staging of the suicide.
“Why
are you investigating?”
“You
should have seen him. He was a wretch who had more enemies than
friends. It looked like someone was settling accounts.”
“But
didn't someone say it was a suicide?”
“It's
a theory with many inconsistencies. The most important thing is the
weapon. It was found in the deceased's right hand. He was left-handed. It's possible
that a victim wasn't giving in to his threats and decided to
eliminate him and tried to make it look like a suicide.” He showed
her the photo. “A perfect crime, Senora Creel.” He handed her
the photo. “Take it; it's yours.”
She
smiled slightly and thanked him. “I'm sorry you had to bother with
this.”
“Since
Senor Larios' death, I've looked for the opportunity to look for more
evidence but since I've been on the case nothing has turned up. I have
to go.”
“Gothier's
doors will always be open to you.”
“As
you wish.”
He
shook her hand and left. She looked at the photo and shook her head.
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