I
often wonder whether true crime programs on television – including
my own – make criminals smarter. Whether they do or not, they're
good for ratings. This one will make a great novel someday. In the
meantime it will serve as a social statement about how injustice can
sometimes be bought. – D.D.
Leonora
got her first experience of violence in the prison at roll call, when
she failed to answer. The guard nastily told her that she was to
respond when she called her name, then hit her in the stomach.
At
the same time Ramón Álvarez Serrano, the security guard at the
construction site, was being interrogated by Omar Vega. He told Vega
that he had been given instructions regarding Leonora's arrival, but
was away from his post. When he returned he found Miguel dead, so he
did not the police. He did not know what happened. He didn't want
to unnecessarily incriminate Leonora. Vega then closed and locked
the door.
“We're
going to go over all this from the beginning, okay?” he said,
turning toward Ramón. He then took off his leather jacket,
revealing a pistol resting in a shoulder holster, reminicent of 1960s
television cop shows.
“You
have to get used to this. Here it's very hard and people are evil,”
Leonora's cellmate told her. “If you crack, it will get worse.”
“I
won't be here very long,” Leonora said. “I'll be out when –”
“Preventive
detention is only a means of making sure you don't escape. They
simply decide you're guilty and you get sent to the tower.”
“No,
it's that I am innocent.”
“Ay,
girl. [???] When you're in here it's because the judge is deciding
the merits of your case.”
Vega's
gentlemanly good looks were the exact opposite of his character. He
took sadistic pleasure in torturing Ramón by hitting him as hard as
he could while he was handcuffed to the chair. He leaned over and
spoke right into his ear so he could feel his breath.
“Are
you going to tell? Are you going to tell what you saw?” he asked.
“That you saw what happened to Architect Terranova?”
“I
can't,” said the poor man, almost crying.
José
Carlos came back to Luis' apartment in a good mood.
“I
have good news. The forensic expert said that the hairs found on
Miguel were Leonora's. That is their most solid piece of evidence
because the ring could have gotten there some other way. The guard's
statement was that he wasn't sure if she entered the building. He
thought Miguel had sent for her.”
“A
solid case.”
Luis
did not see what was going on behind closed doors. Vega hit Ramón
twice before slamming him against the wall with his left arm while
aiming his pistol at the frightened man's temple.
“What
did you see?” he asked.
“I
saw that the lady was very angry when she went into the building.
She ran up the stairs to look for the architect.”
“That's
it,” He paused a moment. “Much better. Much better.” He
released his “witness” and stepped back.
“If
they have no solid evidence, it would only be on my statement, no?”
Leonora asked.
“What
happened a little while ago when the woman did the roll call?”
“That
she hit me?”
“Do
you have proof? Because I saw nothing. I was here, girl. Because
you have to get used to this because if you don't –”
“I
can't stay here. I have to get out. My son...my son...my son is
waiting for me. I can't stay here.”
In
her mind's eye she saw little Edgar in his bassinette alone in a dark
room, crying.
Alejandro
came out of his room to see the nurse hired to take care of Edgar.
She told him that the milk he was being fed made him feel ill and
gave him colic.
“That's
what I pay you for. Resolve this.”
“The
baby needs mother's milk.”
“Alright,
then call the pediatrician.”
He
walked out without giving her a chance to respond to this. She
looked at his departing figure in disbelief.
Leonora
stood on line in the shower room until it was her turn. The same
guard who had hit her in the stomach told the others they had five
minutes. The steam was a mercy because at least they had hot water.
Catalina
saw Alejandro heading for the door and asked him where he was going.
When he told her he was going to Leonora's hearing she said she would
come with him. He had to tell her twice that he was going there
alone.
Leonora
was escorted to the courtroom. José Carlos and Luis were there.
So
was Alejandro, with a cold stare not unlike his mother's. The judge
addressed Leonora.
“You
have the right after this audience within forty-four hours to meet
with your lawyer to assemble those elements considered necessary for
your defense.”
“No.
I want to get this over with,” she said. “Because I am
innocent.”
“Your
Honor, the prosecutor's office presents evidence with the testimony
of Señor Ramón Álvarez Serrano.”
He
took the stand and was sworn in.
“I
was at my job when this woman arrived at the building, more or less
at ten that night. She was very angry when she arrived, almost
attacking. I didn't let her in because the architect told me to
watch out for her.”
Leonora
spoke out of turn. “No, Your Honor. This is a lie. That's not
what happened. I never entered --”
“Instruct
your client, please,” said the judge. “Tell her to keep silent.”
Leonora
looked at José Carlos, who was shocked. The judge instructed Ramón
to continue.
“I
told him that the lady was very angry but he said that wasn't a
problem. I went to get my things, I heard a scream and a blow. I
left and when I came back I saw the architect, fallen. Dead.
Someone had to have shoved him.” José Carlos jumped up.
“Objection!
This is not what he stated the first time. The witness is
contradicting his first statement.”
“You
will have your turn to present your arguments,” said the judge. He
told Ramón to continue.
“I
returned to my post and called the police. I told them that the
woman left, running as though she were crazy.”
“No!
No! This is not true!” Leonora yelled. “You know this is not
true.”
“This
is not what he said before in the prosecutor's office. This is false
testimony, Your Honor.”
“This
woman got into her car and left. That is all I saw.”
Luis
was the next witness.
“The
day of the event, Leonora was with me all day. We were there the
whole time.”
The
forensic examiner was next.
“Using
genetic material obtained from the suspect we analyzed it against the
items found at the crime scene. It was a 100% match. The images
were confluent.”
“This
can't be!” José Carlos shouted. “These are lies!”
Verbal
pandemonium ensued until the judge rapped for order with his gavel.
“This
hearing is concluded with the prosecutor's evidence declared solid
and with the charge of qualified homicide* against Leonora Navarro.”
Leonora
was shocked. The rest of the courtroom may also have been, as no one
said a word.
Leonora
was led back to her cell. She grabbed the bars and cried. Her
cellmate didn't have to ask her what happened.
Vega
was with Catalina while he spoke to the prosecutor.
“So
the defense won nothing. Don't worry. I assure you my client has
not been poorly served if things are going as they are now. We'll be
in touch.” He ended the call and looked at Catalina.
“That's
how it went with your daughter-in-law. The judge has tied up the
proceeding.”
“I
heard that José Carlos couldn't do anything.”
“Yes.
He believed too much in Leonora's innocence. But the evidence
presented by the prosecution was most cofluent. That is what we need
to be grateful for.”
“But
that is not sufficient.” She looked at him. “They have to
condemn Leonora. She has to pay for Miguel's death.”
“She
will pay with you in charge. The prosecutor recommended a friend who
will work out very well.”
At
that moment Leonora ended up in a fight with another woman in her
cellblock. A gang formed behind the other woman, who put a bar of
soap in a sock. She said “At night you better watch where you're
going.”
“I
won't say anything,” Leonora said.
The
other woman hit her multiple times with the bar of soap. Enough to
draw blood on her face.
Leonora
refused to see José Carlos, who needed to see her. He and Luis left
the police station.
Francisco
was busy cleaning out his e-mails. Ámbar was out of bed and
ambulatory, but with a cane.
“Why
do you not denouce her? Catalina. Why don't you denouce her?” she
asked. Francisco stood up. “You know everything she's done. You
have all the information.”
“It's
something I can't do,” he said.
“Of
course. You are not involved. I always knew that Gothier was being
investigated but I didn't tell you because you would not have
believed me. It was for my nephews and you. All for you.
“I
couldn't bear to.”
“You
are a coward. How can you say you couldn't bear to when they were
close to killing your nephew? You knew all those things and did
nothing? And you are still obsessed with her.”
“Think
of the consequences. If I go to the police I go to prison. Do you
understand?”
“Do
you understand the consequences if you don't? How is your
conscience?”
She
turned and walked away.
José
Carlos drove up to the gate at the building site. He saw Ramón and
called out to him. Ramón reluctantly went up to the gate, looking
behind himself at least once.
“What
do you want?” he asked.
“To
give you one more chance to tell the truth.”
“My
statement is on the record,” he said, starting to walk away.
José
Carlos entered the area and went after him.
“Why
did you change your statement?”
“Because
I never said what I saw.”
“Please,
who paid you?”
Ramón
started to run, but José Carlos seized him and grabbed him by the
lapels. He then saw bruises on his chest.
“Who
did this? Listen to me. You were tortured. I can protect you if
you tell me who it was.”
Ramón
broke away.
“Don't
bother me again or I will call the police.”
He
walked away.
Ámbar
was leaving the house.
“Where
are you going?”
“To
the jail to see what I can do for Leonora.”
“What
can you do? José Carlos is with her; you don't have to go.”
“Don't
you realize that all this has Catalina's name on it? First me and
now Leonora. Do you believe Leonora is guilty? Do you think her
capable of killing over something she thinks belongs to her? You are
thinking of Aleandro,aren't you?” She almost laughed. Do you
think her capable of killing to hold onto him?Leonora or Catalina?”
“I'll
come with you.”
“No.
If you want to help think of what you have to do. Denounce Catalina
for all her crimes.”
She
left him to think about this.
Alvaro
tried calling Alejandro, but he did not hear the phone.
He was deep
into his vile hatred while standing in the shower.
Alvaro tried
again rather than leaving a voice mail. He looked out his window,
saying “Answer, please!” but Alejandro was still in the shower
with the water running on full. Alvaro sat down and a moment later
sent a text.
He
did not anticipate that Catalina would see it first.
He
sent another; this one more damning. Of course, Catalina saw this
one as well. She called him back from Alejandro's phone. Alvaro
hesitated at first, then answered.
“Alejandro,
it's good that you called. Did you see my messages?”
There
was no reply. Catalina ended the call.
She
then went to see Vega and told him they had a serious problem.
“Another
witness has appeared.”
“One
more?”
“One
who saw me push Miguel.”
“What?
I don't know why but I can imagine it.”
“You
have to believe me. Let's say it was self-defense. We argued.
Miguel became very violent. He began making accusations. He made me
angry. I was lucky the building was not finished and he was near the
end of the floor.”
“Therefore
Leonora's hair and ring... Of course. You put them there.”
“I
had to make someone guilty and frankly, Leonora had become an
obstacle.” She handed him a file folder. “His name is Alvaro.
You now have his photo, his address, and phone number.”
“What
are you thinking to do?”
“Really,
do I have to tell you?”
“No.”
He nodded. “No.”
Alvaro
sat at his table, drinking. He heard a loud car motor outside and
looked out the window. His cell began ringing.
He looked at the
screen, fell for his old trick, and answered. At the other end, Vega
said nothing.
He was checking the GPS on the phone while driving
toward the neighborhood. Alvaro bolted from the apartment, leaving a
smoldering cigarette butt in the ashtray.
Catalina
was at the atelier. She told Miriam to put her lawyers through if
they called, otherwise she didn't want to be bothered. Miriam left
her alone but it was only a moment before José Carlos arrived.
“I
have a question,” he said. “Why are you so interested in making
Leonora guilty of Miguel's death?”
“Because
she is guilty,” Alejandro said. “What can I say to you that your
first trial is defending a killer? You are the worst lawyer,
brother.”
“The
evidence presented by the prosecution are fake,” José Carlos
answered. “The only witness telling the truth changed his
statement because your mother ordered him tortured.”
“Prove
it,” Catalina challenged.
“I
will.”
“You
know what?” Alejandro said. “I have to discuss some important
things with my mother. Leave us alone, please.”
“I
will never talk to you. What you have said and done is unjust. The
baby needs his mother.”
“I
am his father. I know perfectly well what is best for my son. To be
raised by a killer is not it.”
“You
are an imbecile. Your mother is manipulating you. She is the only
person who didn't want you to be with Miguel. It would not surprise
me if she were the killer.”
He
looked at the both of them and left.
“Ignore
him,” Catalina said. “He's desperate.”
“I
want Leonora to suffer. I want her to feel the same as I feel.”
Alvaro
threw his bag into the back seat and got into his car.
José
Carlos went to the jail. Luis was there with Ámbar.
“We
have to see Leonora.” Luis said. “She's been beaten.”
“We
have to do the impossible and get her out of here,” Ámbar said.
“This
is too much,” José Carlos said.
“Nothing
is too much for Catalina. Think about what she wants. What most
interests her.”
“My
father's inheritance. But she can't get it because Alejandro isn't
Carlos' son.”
“Legally
he is,” said Ámbar. “He is registered as Carlos' son. There is
no clause in the will to impede him taking possession of the
inheritance.”
“The
only way to impede her getting the inheritance --”
“ – is
to reveal everything Catalina has done. That's indispensable. Go to
see her. I'll stay here with Luis to discuss some things.”
Vega
arrived at Alvaro's apartment and broke a frosted glass window to get
in. He entered, gun in hand, as though he were going into the St
Valentine's Day Massacre. However, his victim had flown the coop.
José
Carlos went in to see Leonora. He saw her bruised face and began
asking who had done this to her.
“That's
not important,” she said. “The only thing I need is for you to
get my son back.”
He
tried to reassure her he would do everything possible.
“I
see I was in her way, like Miguel.”
José
Carlos had a light-bulb moment.
“My
aunt was right. Catalina wants my father's inheritance but if I
challenge it she can't have it. If I challenge the will –”
“You
want the inheritance?”
“No!
No! I was trying to demonstrate how you were never alone with Miguel
and how the prosecution's evidence was planted to frame you –”
“How
are you going to do that?”
“We
are all sure that the statement given by the guard, but the
prosecution has no way to prove that you and Miguel were alone –”
“They
did all that and you did absolutely nothing. You promised you'd get
my son back. Stop going on about evidence. Because of the
inheritance.”
“It's
not like that, Leonora. It isn't. Don't think that way. Leonora,
listen to me.”
“I
don't know that I can trust you.”
“Trust
me because I will do the impossible to help you.”
“The
only thing I see now is that you are a Larios and the only important
thing is money! I don't want you handling my case and I don't want
to see you again. Do you understand?”
She
started back to the cellblock. José Carlos tried to call her back,
but she would not listen. When he shouted that he loved her she
almost looked back. He did not see her expression of simultaneous
anger and sadness as she slowly walked away, physical pain evident to
anyone who was there. He continued to shout to her until she was
beyond the door to her cellblock.
That
night José Carlos and Luis began putting together everything they
learned.
“You
know, everything Ámbar told me –”
“What
are you going to do with it?”
“Publish
it in the press. Ámbar is right. We have to play on the same turf
as Catalina. We have to attack from all sides.” He could see that
José Carlos was upset. “Everything will be alright.”
“No.
All is not well. Leonora doesn't know what she's doing. If she
removed me from the case and they'll assign some official who won't
know how to help her. We have to help her. There is something we're
not seeing. The equation for crime has three elements: Motive,
means, and opportunity. What are we not seeing?”
“The
said the motive would be jealousy, wouldn't it?”
“Yes,
but what coincides with that? Leonora was never alone with Miguel at
any time. What is escaping us?”
“Let's
go back to the beginning. Catalina... Leonora knew where Alejandro
and Miguel were because she had been first with Alejandro –”
“That's
it! I was an idiot to miss this.” He rushed back to the desk.
“Leonora told me she received a call telling her where to find
Alejandro.”
“A
call?”
“She
got an anonymous call while she was in the hospital and later when
she came home.”
“I
imagine this has something to do with this.”
“I
don't know, but this person or persons knew all Alejandro's and
Miguel's movements.” He found some papers. “These phone numbers
correspond to those dates. I'm going to call a judge –”
“I
have somebody who can do this much faster.” He picked up his cell.
Leonora
had a new visitor that night. A lawyer named Augusto Figueroa.
“I've
been assigned to be your lawyer in this case.”
“How
did this happen?”
“You
petitioned the court relieve your previous lawyer and get a new one.
José Carlos Larios. That's why the judge assigned me.”
“So
quickly?”
“The
judge has a special interest in this case. It's leaving too big an
impression.”
“Catalina,
no?”
He
nodded.
“Your
mother-in-law has asked the judge to impose the maximum sentence for
premeditated murder. Forty years in prison.” He paused a moment.
“That is what the accusor asks, but we're going to fight. Let's me
read you --”
Leonora
made a sound of pure pain.
“I
lose forty years?” He nodded. “And my son? Alejandro takes
him? I can't see him?”
“Yes.
Also, [???]”
“I
need to have my child. It's the only thing I'm asking.”
“Look,
I'm going to propose something. We can take care of both things at
once. I know that for you the most important thing is your son, but
my job is to do the best for my client. Are we agreed?”
Leonora
nodded. She also cried.
Early
the next morning José Carlos was getting impatient regarding the
answers they were looking for. Luis had been unable to reach his
contact. He suggested they have coffee, but José Carlos declined
the offer.
Luis' cell rang and it was Pedro with the anonymous
caller identified as Alvaro Estejel Mendoza. He took down the
address and José Carlos grabbed it as soon as he finished dotting
the last I.
They
arrived at Alvaro's apartment and found that it had been ransacked.
Furniture was broken or overturned and its occupant was not there.
Catalina
was not pleased.
“You
poor devil. How could you let him escape?”
“When
I arrived he wasn't in,” Vega answered. “Don't worry; I'm sure he
won't talk.”
“The
only ones who don't talk are the dead,” she said.
“He
won't be back to testify against you in front of a judge.”
“He
intended to communicate with Alejandro. That is how I know he saw
me.”
“How
would Alejandro --”
“No.
It's only just that we avoid that.”
“I
think you're worrying too much. Alvaro knows the risk if he faced
you. That's why you should understand why I have no news of him.”
“I
can't be calm until you find him. Find him however you have to.”
She
left him alone at the table. He looked a little worried.
Francisco
was looking at e-mails and spreadsheets when Ámbar returned. She
gave him a look of contempt before leaving him alone with his
computer.
Figueroa
was at the jail explaining to Leonora that the police were obsessed
with the crime scene evidence and the guard's statement.
“But
everything he said was a lie,” Leonora said. “I never entered
the building.”
“But
that is the problem. Your statement contradicts his and it puts you
at the scene of the crime. Tell me how the ring got there –”
“I
have no idea how it got there!” She was obviously losing patience.
“You
need to maintain a cool head to help in your defense,” he told her.
“Please, help me. This will be a long process and there can be
delays. We can't do anything about that.”
“I
don't know if I can take this for much more time.”
“I
know you are innocent. I will show that. Nevertheless, the only
person who has any word is the judge.
“So
then what do we do?”
“We
have two options. We go before the judge now. You will get a year
or a year and a half.”
“No.
I couldn't do a year and a half.”
“It
could be more. The accuser's request can complicate this. You know
to what I'm referring.”
“What
is the other option?”
“Ask
the judge for a decision as quickly as possible.”
“Ask
for a sentence for a crime I didn't commit?”
“I'm
here to help, but you have to help me. I've been thinking about how
to resolve this. About what I have to do to see that your son can be
with you.”
“What
do I have to do?”
“If
we're going to succeed in getting the judge to make a fast decision,
you will need to plead an emotional problem and ask for a reduced
sentence of twenty years. There is another option for time off for
good behavior.”
“Are
you suggesting I plead guilty?”
“No.
I am proposing that you help me recover your son.”
After
Figueroa left and the opportunity to use the telephone came, Leonora
recalled all too vividly how Alejandro had taken baby Edgar away.
She dropped a coin into the phone and called his cell. The baby was
crying.
Alejandro sat on his bed, doing nothing to comfort his son.
The phone began ringing. He pushed the appropriate icon on his phone
and got the recording that he was receiving a call from the local
jail. “If you wish to accept this call --” was the last thing he
heard. He ended the call and looked sideways at the baby who was the
obvious reason for this call. Leonora heard a message that the
number she called either rejected the call or didn't answer. She
tried again. Alejandro picked up the phone and looked at it, noting
the same phone number. This time he accepted the call.
“Alejandro,
thanks for answering me. I only want to know how Edgar is. Is he
with you?”
Without
saying a single word he brought the phone near the baby so Leonora
could hear him cry.
“What
is wrong? Why is he crying? Alejandro, answer me. Why is he
crying? Alejandro, don't torment me. Why is he crying?
She
could endure no more, so she hung up the receiver and cried, knowing
that she could do nothing. She did not know at that moment how truly
helpless she was.
“Leonora
is completely convinced of her innocence,” Figueroa said over
dinner in a restaurant. “Nevertheless I don't want to say I can't
convince her of the contrary. Many such are very stubborn, but in
the end they finally realize that it is better to accept it.”
He
grinned at Catalina, whose expression was only mildly pensive. He
then drained his wine glass. Catalina's glass remained full and her
plate remained empty.
“This
is a very elegant place. Of course, I think I could easily get used
to such things.”
“That
will depend on you,” she said. “How well you do your work.”
“Consider
it a done deal. I will have Leonora trusting me completely. I'm sure
she will accept the offer I'm making.” He poured himself more
wine. Catalina picked up her glass.
“To
Justice,” she said.
José
Carlos and Luis pulled up in front of Alvaro's new apartment. They looked
up at the building as they identified the apartment and talked about
Catalina's evil. Alvaro came out of the building. José Carlos and
Luis got out of the car.
Alvaro recognized them and began to run.
Half a block later he dropped his bag, but they caught up with him
and pinned him to a wall. He struggled but could not escape them.
“I
know that you called Leonora and told her where to find Miguel.”
“No,
no, no! It wasn't me!”
“Listen
to me! I know you were pursuing my brother. And I know you called
Leonora to lure her to the building site so she would end up in
prison.”
Alvaro
denied this again and tried to escape, but was again unsuccessful.
“You
had the motive. You had the means, and you took the opportunity.”
Alvaro
almost escaped then, but Luis caught and held him.
“Whom
are you covering up for?” He demanded.
“If
you don't tell us the easy way,” José Carlos said. “You'll do
it the hard way with the police.” He pulled out his cell.
“No,
no, no, no, no!” Alvaro was panicking. “It was Catalina. It was
Catalina. I saw it. She killed him.”
*Homicidio
calificado, known formerly as homicidio calificado – asesinato, is
the killing of
another in any of the following circumstances: For ferocity,
cupidity, profit, or for pleasure. To facilitate or hide another
crime. With great cruelty or treachery.
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