Secrets
and lies are a poisonous stew that left simmering too long will boil
over the top, leaving a gaseous pollution in the air. These are not
the stuff of wolves, who work together and love their cubs, but of
reptiles and venom. Reptiles do not care for their young and are
barely conscious of them; they act only in their own self-interest. –
D.D.
Luis
went to the meeting arranged over the phone and it was with Ámbar.
“So
you have evidence that Doña Catalina is a murderer? Why call me
instead of the police?” he asked.
“You
know who Catalina Creel is. It's a miracle that I'm alive. She
tried to kill me when I discovered that she and my husband were
lovers. I was kidnapped, taken to another house, put in the garage,
fed an overdose of tranquilizers, and thrown into a car trunk. I
don't know what would have happened to me if I hadn't managed to
escape.”
“Does
anyone in your family know about this?”
“No.
They are all convinced that I abandoned my husband. But she is only
concealing her crime. She thinks I'm dead, so that's why I asked you
to come.”
“I
don't understand why you called me; remember that I'm only a
journalist.”
“But
you interfered in what was happening. You were at the new line
celebration. You know they are criminals. You know about the
trafficking in illegal diamonds.”
“Because
at that moment I was in the middle of an investigation –”
He
stopped as Dora entered with coffee.
“Thank
you, Dora.” She turned back to Luis. “You can talk; I trust
her.”
Dora
looked at Luis, then excused herself and left them to talk.
“I
don't have more to say,” Luis said. “I had to abandon the case
because of my boss's lack of confidence and because I had no proof of
anything.”
“I
can help with evidence. Catalina and my husband think I'm an idiot,
an imbecile who knows nothing, but I know what I'm doing and how to
do it. You and I, if you help me, can do this so Catalia pays for
everything she's done.”
Leonora
had been released from the hospital and was sitting in the library at
the Larios mansion. She was wearing a neck brace.
“Dear
Leonora,” Catalina addressed her. “How good it is for you to be
home.”
“Thanks.
I don't like hospitals.”
“I
made this for our difficult patient,” said Alejandro as he handed
her a cold green tea.
“Not
so much difficult as bored,” she said, accepting it. “Lying in
bed all day, not being able to do anything –”
“I
understand perfectly,” Catalina said. “I'm the same way. But you
will follow doctor's orders –”
“The
doctor was perfect, I'm feeling very well. He's very good.”
“Oscar
is eminent, but I'm the grandmother and I said to take good care of
my baby.”
“Thanks
for worrying about me,” Leonora said.
“But
you are like my daughter and Alejandro adores you,” Catalina said,
touching her hair.
“She
knows,” Alejandro said, caressing Leonora's hair just as José
Carlos arrived.
“Leonora!”
he called. “You don't know what a pleasure it is to see you. It's
a great day.” He kissed her cheek. “How do you feel?”
“Well,
very well,” she answered. Alejandro touched her back.
“My
love, you're supposed to be resting,” he said.
“Alright,”
she said.
“Besides,
I have to go to work.”
“You're
going to work when your wife just got out of the hospital?” José
Carlos couldn't quite believe this.
“José
Carlos, please,” said Catalina, cutting him off.
“I
won't say anymore.”
Alejandro
helped Leonora up from the couch and escorted her upstairs.
“Get
better, rest,” said José Carlos as he watched them leave the room.
Immediately
after this, Catalina paid her new captive a visit in her hotel room.
She was at Vicky's bedside when she woke from a nap.
“Good
morning.”
“What
a pity,” Vicky said, sarcastically.
“Don't
worry. It would be better if you get used to it. I am an
interfering mother-in-law.”
“No,
no; not at all.”
“I
will be going to the office,” Catalina said. “José Carlos will
certainly be there.”
“Can
I go with you?”
“No,
wait here. Stay here and make yourself beautiful for him.” She
took out a pill jar that did not look like it came from a pharmacy.
“Last night I picked up some folic acid for you. You will need to
take this every day.” She poured a glass of water.
“Last
night I felt faint. Is that normal?”
“You
do feel alright?”
“Well,
I was also a bit tired.”
“Well,
that is normal, especially in the beginning. You'll have to talk to
the gynecologist about that.” She handed her a pill. “Take it.
It's Vitamin B. I want my grandson to be born healthy.”
Vicky
took the pill.
“I'll
draw a bath for you so you'll feel better. Prepare yourself. We'll
see you in the afternoon.”
Dora
went after Luis as he was leaving.
“Wait
a minute,” she said. “I have to tell you something very
important. I don't know how much she's had to drink, but don't
believe too much of what Señora Ámbar says. She is.. a little
sick.”
“Sick?
In what way?”
“Her
nerves. She has to take a very strong medication or she becomes very
violent. She gets very sick.” He started to react. “Excuse me.
I have to get back. If she discovers me talking to you alone she
will be very changed, and not for the better. Thanks, and thanks for
hearing me out.”
She
went back inside. Luis was both confused and a little annoyed.
José
Carlos knocked on Leonora's door.
“Can
I come in?”
“Yes,
of course.” She smiled.
“Just
want to make sure you're alright. Do you need anything?”
“I'm
fine, thanks.”
“When
we heard about the accident you can't imagine what we thought.”
“Now,
don't exaggerate!”
“No,
I mean it. We were all very worried about you.”
“The
truth is that everyone in this house has been wonderful to me.”
“Habits
are etched in copper around here. But the truth is that it's easy to
like you. You're someone very special.”
Leonora
smiled and almost said something when Alejandro entered.
“You
need anything, dear brother?” he asked.
“Nothing.
I just wanted to say to both of you that I'm glad that Leonora is
back and feeling well.”
“Hmm.
Well, it's just been a few minutes but thanks.”
José
Carlos made a brief joke about the drugs affecting his memory,
followed by a polite exit.
“That
was so nice of him,” Leonora said.
“Yes,
but he's a little bit common. Well, I have to go.”
“Yes,
me, too. I have to get over to the paper.”
“Promise
me you'll be careful?”
“I
promise.”
Alejandro
turned to leave.
“What,
you're leaving without me saying goodbye?”
He
returned and they kissed twice before he left the room.”
“Ciao.”
He
walked out. She looked disappointed.
Catalina
arrived at the atelier. She told her office manager to contact
Doctor Najera and have him call her on her private line.
“There
is a gift that was delivered for you. It's on your desk.”
The
package was largish, grey, and had an envelope addressed to her. She
took out a card which said “With my fondest wishes, a friend you
will receive with affection.”
She
undid the black silk ribbon and removed the lid. The occupant of the
box was a porcelain doll in a white Edwardian dress and hat. And
with its right eye blacked out.
Leonora
arrived at the newsroom and sensed that Luis was not quite himself.
“You
don't have to feel guilty. You aren't,” she told him.
“No.
Yes, it was my responsibility. I didn't let you on the motocycle in
the past when you weren't pregnant.”
“Good
grief, it happens all over the world. I'm pregnant, not sick.”
“But
there are risks that could have been avoided with a little
precaution.”
“Yes,
but accidents can happen --”
“I
only want or you and the baby to be well.”
“But
I am well. I promise you to be careful and I will be careful, okay?”
“So
what are you doing now?”
“If
we're to continue with the story --”
“You're
not continuing on this story. We're not working together anymore.”
“Did
Baldessari tell you that?”
“If
you want me to say yes, it's yes.”
“So,
it's Yes,” she said as she got up and left the newsroom.
Catalina
stared at a photo of herself from before the accident. In the photo
she was younger, had longer hair, and was wearing a red dress. It
had probably been taken aroun the time she met Carlos.
“A
friend who remembers you with affection,” she said, sarcastically.
“Get that obscenity out of my sight. Throw it in the garbage and
find out who had it sent here. Start with the box.”
“Yes;
I intend to,” said Diego.
“No
'intend'; do it.”
“Will
one need a disguise to do something like this?”
She
turned her chair toward him, but did not come closer.
“You're
right. Only one person would send this to try to terrorize me.”
“Whom
are you thinking of?”
She
got up and walked over to the desk.
“Diego,
are you sure she was in the trunk when you took the car to the
scrapper?”
“She
was dead.”
“But
did you see her in the trunk?”
“You
and I both saw her dead.”
“But
we could have been mistaken and she could have escaped. Tell me you
saw her in the trunk.”
Diego
remembered that the scrapyard employee came right up to him as he got
out of the car. He approached him as he was standing at the back of
the car.
“You
haven't forgotten anything?” the man asked.
“No,”
he had replied.
“It's
a go, Daniel,” the man shouted to the crane operator.
“I
couldn't,” Diego told Catalina.
“Take
charge of this,” Catalina said.
He
picked up the box and looked at her for a moment before leaving the
office. He took one more look before closing the door.
Catalina
took out her cell phone to call Dr Najera. She thought back about
administering the pill.
“Doctor,
it is done. How long before it takes effect?”
She
was satisfied with his answer.
José
Carlos arrived at the atelier and found Alejandro in the conference
room.
“I'm
miffed you came in to work. Why don't you stay home to take care of
Leonora?”
“And
what would you have done in my place?” he asked.
“I
don't want to argue with you.. I'm not your enemy. I don't want to
get in between you –”
“Therefore,
don't interfere. Don't tell me what I should do with Leonora.”
“No,
just a little advice, nothing more.”
“I
don't need advice. I don't like you being in my room alone with my
wife.”
“You're
an imbecile. What do you think I would do with your wife?”
“What
would you do? I don't doubt even a little bit.”
“Hey,
you're talking about your woman, your wife!”
“Hey,
hey!” Francisco said as he approached. “You're fighting like
children. What is going on?”
“It
pleases me to see all three of the Larios men together,” Catalina
said as she came down the stairs. “I have a surprise for you.
Mostly for you, José Carlos.”
He
gave a subtly sarcastic reaction.
“In
view of your past traps this can't be good for me.”
“Well,
this time it isn't me who's trying to trap you. Come with me.”
They
followed her to the hotel where she put Vicky. She opened the door
and Vicky came out in a nice green dress.
“Congratulations,
José Carlos,” Catalina said. “You're going to be a father.”
“What?”
he asked, genuinely surprised.
“I'm
pregnant,” Vicky said.
“Alejandro,
aren't you happy?” Catalina asked. “Your brother will have a
child.”
Alejandro
looked as though he had lost his appetite for the next three days.
Francisco looked incredulous.
“This
is crazy, isn't it?” he asked.
“Yes;
I thought the same. It's true madness.”
“Are
you really pregnant?” José Carlos asked.
“Yes.
It's yours.”
“Catalina,
whom are you playing?”
“Ay,
José Carlos, stop thinking that the whole world is against you.
Cheer up; you're going to be a father.”
“And
you were the first to find out?”
“Vicky
came to the atelier because you weren't answering her calls. Forgive
me, but I couldn't ignore her. Neither should you.” There was a
brief silence. “Well, let's go,” she said to Francisco and
Alejandro. She stroked Vicky's hair. “You and José Carlos have a
lot to talk about.” She smiled briefly for Vicky's benefit before
leading Alejandro and Francisco out.
“Can
you explain why I didn't know anything about this?” Alejandro
whispered to his mother.
“This
is a competition and you are going to win.”
Later,
José Carlos tried to explain to Vicky that he was suspicious of
Catalina, who always had an ulterior motive for everything she did.
“What
did she propose? What did she offer you?”
“Nothing.
Nothing. Calm down. She didn't offer me anything. Only to surprise
you but nothing else because your sister-in-law's accident had just
happened. You know what? Despite everything you told me about her
she was incredibly nice to me. Better than you by 100%. She didn't
offer me anything or ask anything of me. So if you think I would
sell myself for clothes, jewelry, cash, or whatever, you are evil.
Very evil.” She got up.
“Vicky,
it's just that this is very strange. If the baby is mine, I will take
care of it in whatever way possible for all time, but you... what is
your plan?”
“Plan?
Do you think I did this to get you to love me so I could take your
fortune?”
“No,
no. Let's be honest. We're good friends and we get on very well.
We have great chemistry but we don't have anything in common, Vicky.”
She
suddenly looked pained, as if he had hit a sore emotional point.
However, her pain turned out to be physical. She clutched her
abdomen.
“What's
wrong? Are you alright?”
She
slid down the wall until she was almost balled into a foetal
position, trying to suppress cries of pain. She then cried out in
pain. He looked at her hand and saw blood. They looked at each
other.
Catalina's
cell phone rang. She looked at it and answered.
“Señora
Creel, this is the manager of the Hotel Ile de France. Lamentably, I
have to give you bad news.”
She
smiled at hearing the rest of what he related to her.
Vicky
was being wheeled toward the emergency room. José Carlos was at her
side. As they got near the door to the ER he was pulled aside by a
hospital security employee just as Oscar arrived. José Carlos told
him that his friend was pregnant but was now hemmorhaging. Oscar
wasted no time to get inside to do what he could do. José Carlos
then called Francisco to ask a favor.
Pedro
visited Luis at home and they talked about Luis sending his son to
live with his former in-laws. He did this for the child's safety.
He did not believe that the motorcycle accident was really an
accident. He wanted Leonora out of his case work for her own safety.
He
admitted to Pedro that he loved Leonora.
“It's
too bad you came to this too late,” Pedro said.
“I
wasn't late. I always looked at her as a friend. It never occurred
to me that she would fall in love with me.”
Pedro
shook his head.
Oscar
came out of the emergency room shaking his head.
“This
was a very severe haemmorhage,” he said. “There was no way to
save the pregnancy. It isn't unusual early in gestation to have a
spontaneous abortion. I'm sorry, José Carlos.”
Josés
Carlos nodded silently as his uncle watched.
Vicky
was still under sedation and attached to monitors making their usual
noises to indicate status quo. Catalina was in Vicky's room at her
bedside, staring down at her.
“No
ill-bred lowborn will have the name of Larios,” she said, quietly.
“Caste is first. For mine and my son I am capable of anything.
And everything.” [Somehow my research assistant missed this
Catalina was also a racist.]
At
the house later Catalina talked to Leonora about her work. She was
concerned about the risks and told her that she needed to take better
care of herself because of the baby and reminded her again of her
maternal concern. Alejandro came home at that point and Catalina got
him to tell Leonora about José Carlos having a paternal event in the
near future. Catalina made light of this and suggested they sit down
to dinner. José Carlos then came home.
“Look
who's here; the future father,” Catalina said. “We were just
talking about you. Why don't we open some champagne? We should
drink to the future of the two Larios grandchildren.” José Carlos
looked serious.
“José
Carlos, is this true?” Leonora asked, with genuine concern.
“No.
Vicky lost the baby,” he replied.
“How?”
Catalina asked.
“She
had a miscarriage.”
“I'm
so sorry,” Catalina said. “Really.”
“What
do you want, Catalina?” he asked. “What is this with gifts and
celebrations? You didn't tell me Vicky came to the atelier. Why
didn't you tell me right away?”
“First
I thought she was just some girl, after the incident with that
prostitute. You went to jail for that or don't you remember? I'm
sorry, but I wanted to make sure that it wasn't another prostitute or
opportunist looking to extort money out of you. I'm sorry.”
“How
well you manage such things,” he said. “Now I'm supposed to be
grateful to you? Vicky is neither a prostitute nor an opportunist
but you tried to buy her,.”
“I
just did what any decent person would have done. I didn't advertise
your responsibility.”
“My
responsibility?” he shouted back.
“Your
responsibility,” said Alejandro, sarcastically “is avoiding guilt
and avoid accepting your responsibilities.”
“Stop,
stop!” Leonora said.
“Excuse
me, Leonora,” Catalina said, “but you will have to get used to
these family arguments.” Her tone suggested that she was ashamed
to admit these happened. “I don't know what I'm supposed to do for
you. Tell me, José Carlos, what was I supposed to do? What do you
want me to do?”
“You
are incredible, Catalina. Incredible.”
“Since
your mother died I'm the only one who worries about you in this
house. If you hadn't left the rehabilitation clinic every time this
wouldn't have been necessary. Tell me. If your father didn't want
to be bothered --”
“This
is your fault! Your fault, Catalina!” José Carlos shouted.
“Don't
blame her!” Alejandro shouted as his brother left the room.
Leonora
calmly said she was going to deal with José Carlos and followed him.
“Leonora...”
Alejandro wasn't pleased with this turn of events.
“Where
is that bottle of champagne?” Catalina asked. “We have an heir;
why not drink?”
Alejandro
seemed a little perturbed by this.
Leonora
went into the next room.
“Did
my brother give you permission to come?” José Carlos asked. “I
don't want to cause you any problems.”
“Why
are you always on the defensive?”
“I'm
being serious. Your husband doesn't like to see us together.”
“Well,
he'll have to get used to it. You're his brother and we all live in
the same house. I don't care who talks to who and who doesn't like
it.”
“Ah,
but here you have to get used to the fact that everything that gets
done or said in this house is controlled by Catalina Creel.”
“Why
did you never talk to me about your girlfriend Vicky?”
“Vicky.
Vicky wasn't my girlfriend. She was a friend with benefits. She
became pregnant and lost the baby. End of story. Why are you
looking at me that way? You're talking to a drug addict, and
alcoholic, a womanizer, the worst of everything. Catalina hasn't
told you this but I was responsible for Catalina losing her eye.”
“Let's
begin with some self-compassion.”
“No.
I don't need your compassion. This is my life, my reality.”
“Well
now I exist in your reality and I want to help.”
“You
can go. With the other Larios, your happy pregnancy, and your
marvelous life. That's what you can do.”
“As
you wish,” she said, leaving the room.
Francisco
sat in his kitchen, staring at his cell phone.
“You
didn't like the dinner, sir?” asked Dora.
“No,
it wasn't that.”
“Excuse
me for saying so, but you look very sad.”
“I
am sad. And very worried. I haven't seen Ámbar.”
“She
hasn't communicated with you?”
“She's
called but didn't say anything.”
“Poor
thing must be very anxious.”
“It's
my fault. That's why I'm worried. Have you heard from her?”
“No.
Nothing.”
“If
you hear from her, Dora, tell me. It's not for me; it's for her.
Her health. The anxiety makes her crazy. I couldn't forgive
myself.”
Dora
nodded. She truly seemed to think Francisco was sincere in his
worry.
Catalina's
cell phone rang as she entered her bedroom. She looked at the screen
and paused for a moment before taking the call.
“It's
you,” she said. “What are you afraid of? I have a question.
How did you get out of the trunk? You must have felt terrible,
locked up in a trunk in the dark, with not much air to breathe. That
would drive you crazy, more crazy.” She then realized that she had
left the door open and went over to close it. In the distance the
wind howled, almost like a wolf. “Certainly I received your gift.
Horrible. You always had the worst taste in surprises. But you made
a mistake. Diego is tracing you and you will be trapped very soon.
Francisco remembers you very well, especially when we make love in
your bed. He's very passionate. No wonder you are crazy for him.”
Ámbar,
who had become increasingly anxious during this, finally broke.
“Shut
up, shut up, shut up!” she shouted as she ended the call.
Catalina
managed to contain her frustration so she would not be heard.
The
next morning Diego did not believe her.
“That
is impossible. She was still for too long. She is dead.”
“It
was Ámbar. I know her voice. She escaped. She is alive. She
escaped, Diego!”
“I
was in the scrapyard when they crushed the car. If she had been
alive she couldn't have gotten out of it. Somebody is playing you.”
“Someone?
Who? I don't like to think you are deceiving me. For some strange
reason Ámbar is alive. You let her escape.”
“If
she had even the tiniest hint of life I would have taken her to a
hospital. This is good news for you, isn't it? It was an overdose.”
There
was a knock on the closed office door. Diego opened it to admit
Francisco.
“They
told me that the deposit is on its way.” He walked in and Diego
closed the door. “What happened?”
“You
were right,” Catalina said. “The mysterious calls are from
Ámbar. She called again last night. I recognized her.”
“What
did she say?”
“The
same as ever. Call, then silence, then waiting, then ending the
call.”
“How
did you know it was her?”
“I
know her. She was crying. I'm afraid she will do something insane.”
“No,
no, no.” Francisco was getting nervous.
“We
have to find her, that much is certain.”
Diego
nodded at Francisco and left the room. He took his time closing the
door.
“I
don't understand. I reviewed her bank records. She didn't take out
any money. Where is she?”
“You
still love her? After everything you are hoping she will return? For
what? To ask her forgiveness?”
“Ámbar
will never forgive me. Never. She won't ever forgive us. She might
try to kill us.”
Leonora
went into her boss's office to demand an explanation of her
assignment. He told her he didn't know what had happened between her
and Luis but he didn't want to be in the middle of their differences.
Leonora protested that she had never been a society photographer and
that she had a degree in journalism. He walked out on the
conversation.
Alejandro
led a meeting at Gothier about the new campaign.
“The
new diamonds are coming in and the theme is going to be Classic
Movies.” Before he could get out the next word his cell rang and
when he checked it there was a photo of Miguel on the screen. He put
up his lock screen and started giving instructions about getting
photos and information on classic films and his message signal
sounded.
The same photo appeared. He instructed Miriam to take over
the meeting because he had to excuse himself. He went up the stairs two at a time to the executive offices where he found Alvaro with his own cell in
hand.
“Did
you like the photos?” he asked.
“Where
did you get my private phone number?”
“Okay,
okay; I'm sorry. No need to take offense.”
“You
don't think. I'm not your friend, I'm your boss.”
“This
won't happen again.”
“If
you want to keep your job you will not do this again.”
“Yes,
Señor Larios.”
When
Alejandro walked out he stared after him.
When
Luis arrived in the newsroom Leonora confronted him about getting her
taken off the story he was working on. He told her he didn't want to
put her pregnancy at risk but she didn't accept that. He answered
that her place was on the society section. She didn't accept this
either, instead calling him out on his disapproval of her having
married Alejandro. She then picked up her jacket and purse and left.
Francisco
was looking at a photo of Ámbar on his computer when Catalina
entered with a brochure about a photography exhibition.
“Our
foundation is sponsoring it; we have to go.”
“No,
no; I'm too lazy to go to that.”
“No,
no; we have to go there. I need distractions, a breath of air.
Forget problems for a while.”
“Well,
let's go out to eat, or to the theatre, or something.”
“I
want to accompany you.”
“Whenever
we went to such things in the past you went with Carlos and I went
with Ámbar. It would get more complicated.”
“Well,
now we should go as a couple. No hide as though we were...
delinquents. What's wrong with that?”
“You're
right. It's at nine; I will pick you up.”
She
kissed him before leaving his office.
Outside
Alejandro was pulling out of the gate when he unexpectedly locked
eyes with Alvaro. He told him to get into the car.
“What
were you thinking sending those photos to my personal phone?”
“I
had no bad intentions.”
“No?
So what was your intentions? In a good way?”
“I
want to work with you because you are the best. I want the
opportunity to show you that I am the person you need.”
He
looked like he was moving in for a kiss when a cab pulled up and
Leonora got out. Both Alvaro and Alejandro got out of the car,
Alejandro shoved Alvaro out of sight,and walked up to Leonora.
He
greeted and kissed her aware that Alvaro was looking at them with
much resentment as he got back into the car. He had been banking on
Alejandro needing him.
Catalina
dressed for the exhibition, choosing a modest neclace to accompany a
most immodest dress. As Gélica
fastened it for her she said she was worried about José Carlos.
Catalina said that he would have been a disastrous father. Gélica
agreed that perhaps it was best that this baby not be born.
“Remember
that the only baby that matters is Alejandro's,” Catalina said in
reaction. She had the final word because the doorbell heralded
Francisco's arrival.
A maid let him into the house and he came up to
Catalina's bedroom to escort her out.
José
Carlos went to see Vicky.
“Are
you sure you didn't take any pills or medications?”
“Folic
acid,” she answered.
“I
was referring to any medicine that –”
“ – could
have caused an abortion? I didn't take anything.”
“Calm
down. I'm not accusing you of anything.”
“Since
getting out of the hospital that's the only thing I took. Are you
accused me of killing my baby? I wanted to have a baby. As for you?
I wouldn't have made you pay anything.” She began to cry. José
Carlos looked like he was thinking about every word.
The
limosine pulled up at the location and Catalina got out of the car.
The dress could have come from Julie Andrews' wardrobe from Victor
Victoria. She looked at Francisco and said “The press is
waiting.” She took his arm and they descended the steps. Cameras
began flashing one after the other as they got closer with Catalina
showing more than the usual amount of leg.
As they ascended the
carpeted steps the press caught their attention and Catalina made a
little speech about the event being very special and also being the
first event since her husband's death and the disappearance of
Francisco's wife.
Who
at that very moment was watching the news coverage on her cell phone.
As Catalina concluded her gracious speech Ámbar got up and took her
pistol out of the nightstand drawer. She stared at her reflection in
the mirror before leaving. She looked more haggard than was usual
for her age.
Leonora
was telling Alejandro that Catalina offered her a job in Gothier's
publicity department.
“Are
you sure? It doesn't sound like a good idea.”
“You
don't want us to work together?”
“No,
my love, it's not that. Your job was exciting, full of adrenaline
and adventure. Working here might be very boring.”
“No,
but I might need it.”
“Boredom?”
“A
change of scene. Besides, I'd be close to you and if you want --”
José
Carlos came home.
“Good
evening.”
“Are
you alright?” Leonora asked.
“I'm
fed up... and tired.”
Leonora's
phone rang.
“Who
is calling at this hour?”
“Luis.”
“Why
is he calling you and at this hour?” It rang again. “Give it to
me.”
“No.”
She shut off the ring and pocketed the phone. “I love you.”
He
embraced her but was clearly afraid of something.
Luis
put the phone down when he heard the standard voice mail message.
Later
as Francisco and Catalina were returning from the event Ámbar
followed them.
She wore the black wig as she followed them in her
car, but removed it when she sneaked into the gate.. She pulled out
the pistol and left everything else behind.
Catalina
and Francisco were still sitting in the front seat of his car,
talking about whether people were talking. She reminded him that
only they knew what was really going on. He reminded her that Ámbar
also did.
They removed their seat belts and kissed, not seeing
Ámbar, who was watching them through the rear window.
Both stood in
shock at the sight of her. They were on either side of the car. She
raised the pistol and fired three times at Catalina.
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