CHAPTER 38

The finished dial tone almost pierced Daniel's eardrums, who, amid his rage, perceived the sound as if it were emitted at a very high volume.

He held back, held back as long as he could, staring at the cell phone, imagining exploding it with a squeeze of his hand. The screen was returning to normal, showing her cousin's number with the notification the chat app usually leaves and its call section.

Exhaling for the third time, wrinkling his face from his stomach ache, serious, he placed the cell phone on the low table delicately, as if he didn't want the simple touch to make the slightest noise.

He looked straight ahead. A series of images began to project around him, starting from the front, like a slideshow turned video, like an infinite reel of all the things that were going to happen to him the moment Maximilian and his people realized that the journalist was related to him. He knew Peter Embert would dig deep; he would start to break it down; distrust of everyone was ingrained