CHAPTER 34

In a London restaurant not far from the hotel, a thin guy, about 35 years old, with many lines, a wild look, and gray in his abundant hair, although well cut, was sharing a very colorful and hot drink with a woman who seemed to be quite young, much younger than him, who wore black hair with red and purple locks.

The music was raucous, a mixture of rock and electronic, and Christmas decorations were placed everywhere. Taking advantage of the warmth of the place, wearing a red and green checkered shirt, beige dress pants, and earth-colored shoes, good brand, very expensive, the party man, who was waiting (like everyone else) for the end of the year, noticed how his cell phone turned on its screen and vibrated on the table.

He picked it up and read the text carefully. The information was a bit long, but a good summary of what he asked his friend, the waiter, to send him.

He apologized to the colorful-haired girl by leaving a kiss on her cheek and got up, heading for a quieter place where