CHAPTER 80

“We rarely come across bad fakes, but we can’t say the same about good fakes.”, comments a person watching the broadcast.

About a month later

Veteran detective Santiago, with graying, thinning hair, is sitting impatiently in a comfortable armchair in the waiting room of a sophisticated police department located in a prime area of ​​the center of the capital.

Days before, he had been hired by a mysterious client and received an advance that happened to arrive at the right time.

Now here he was following his instinct and taking the initial step into private investigation.

The building, at the address that was routine for the old man, was completely renovated a few years ago, little resembling the police department where the detective worked for decades and established an excellent reputation until the day he retired.

Now he sits in the same place that any civilian citizen would sit to wait to be served, that is, in front of the door to the boss's office.

It's been about an hour, and d