(Albany. That same morning.) "Sir..." Frank spoke under the doorway of his boss's room. The nurse had just finished injecting Leonel's first medication of the day when Frank Loman arrived. Mark had left that morning; he had to return to his work as soon as possible and not raise suspicions or misunderstandings among his colleagues; it was not certain who collaborated not with Gael within the police department. Leonel felt less and less pain; he trusted in what the doctor told him, that he would soon heal almost completely; the operation on his left arm was a success, and soon he could leave the confinement and return to work and travels (for Leonel, the latter was the important thing). The businessman could no longer stand the quiet hours, even if he dedicated them to his office work from his apartment. And that day would be a busy one, he had to receive reports about Gael and his wife, Tamara, since they would be celebrating the lady's birthday, the Greens and the Cliffs togethe
Sofia avoided sighing. If it wasn't for Liam, she wouldn't have remembered the outing she promised him, but now she didn't want to add more people to the ride. "Well... We'll see tomorrow. I think so, but no promises. I saw in the weather forecast that it might rain, so I don't want to risk getting wet and cold." "Mom, you're not going to get sick again, are you?" Raymond made a question mark with his face as he took the last sips of his soda. Another stifled sigh. She smiled a somewhat feigned gesture as she noticed the detective's interest in what her son said. "Easy, honey." She looked inside the house and made eye contact with Liliana. The woman seemed to give a sort of little jump when she saw her being requested, hurrying to appear at the table in the pool area. "Yes, Miss Sullivan?" Sofia almost burst out laughing. Now she avoided shaking her head. "Liliana, Liam has already finished eating and I would like him to go and get sleep." "I'll help her with that right away
Raymond swallowed thickly again and looked at her squarely. "You're not wrong. I have known Leonel for many years," he said. "He has achieved a lot, maybe not working for the best businessman in history, but his business is legitimate. However, Leonel Vos is an ambitious guy and has stopped seeing life as a simple place. It's very difficult for you to get that simplicity you are looking for with someone like him. It's like that, I'm not lying to you." He shrugged to remark on the little torch of words he had just thrown, feeling how a black blanket covered his back, touched, and pressed. Sofia remained serious thinking about that speech, but she gasped when heard a noise coming from inside the house. The woman looked over and saw what sounded like a new visitor. "She's this way. Follow me, please. This way you can surprise her," Sofia heard Liliana say to the newcomer. The teacher focused her eyes. Raymond looked back, his back was to the house, and his face changed completely wh
The teacher stopped breathing. Her wide-open, watery eyes were a representation of her brain working at full speed. "What did you just say?" she asked in a whisper. Raymond was speechless, he had to act fast. "Sofia, it's not what you think." "You were talking to Gael's wife. You spoke to... Tamara? You said, "he's your husband". It was Tamara Green, "Tamara de Cliff," they call her, press call like that, I know her name.""Sofia, no..." He took a step toward her, but the woman pulled away, throwing her arms to the side so as not to be touched by him. "Who are you?" She began to gasp. "Who are you?!" "Sofia," he growled, the situation was getting out of control. "Did you work for those people? Do you collaborate with them? The things you just said to that woman... Leonel told me that she is not trustworthy and that she is even worse than Gael. Why were you talking to her?" Liliana was very alarmed when she entered the house and saw the discussion. Dolores was behind her, as
Leonel was no longer in his bed, he moved to his living room. Leaning back on the three-seater seat, wearing a white flannel and pajama pants, still wearing his sling, he had the big TV screen on watching the entertainment channel, where he watched the red carpet of the big celebration, the birthday of Cliff's "princess" Green, as he had named her several years ago. Frank accompanied him and monitored his boss's informants through his cell phone, people who would be present at the party and who would shed information on everything that was going on or at least, on any irregularities that would point to Leonel. The businessman wanted to handle the situation in a jocular way. He sent out for pizzas, even though the doctor ordered him to eat lightly. He longed to see Gael's face all beaten up, to find out in the front row what he had to tell the press when one of them asked him what the hell had happened to him, while he ate, in the tranquility of his home and his refuge, a succulent
Leonel stopped breathing for a moment and clenched his teeth, too. He closed his eyes, clenched hard, and opened them before speaking. "Since when?" "A while ago? She contacted me." "Purpose." "To get rid of her husband." The businessman's eyebrows furrowed."Be specific. What are we talking about?" Leonel heard him sigh. "She wants him in jail or dead. She doesn't give a damn either way." Leonel quickly analyzed the situation. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Frank got up after receiving a call. But he couldn't be aware of him right now. "It's obvious that if she contacted you, it's because she wants him imprisoned, rather than dead. Unless she wants you..." "When Sofia returned to Albany, the day I gave her a ride to the hotel, I sent Tamara an image of that place, of the hotel where Sofia was staying. I wanted to tell Tamara that this woman was here, that her husband had an unrecognized child and Sofia would be the beginning of the end for their marriage."
Leonel stopped already inside his room and looked at him. Loman continued: "Miss Sullivan has been calling you, sir, she needs to talk to you. That last thing she didn't tell me, but it's something I noticed. And she doesn't seem to be well. Raymond's visit turned out to be more than just a surprise. Will you wait until she gets to San Juan so she can comfort her? I dare say it's just as soon as she needs you two to talk about it." Leonel had to calm down. He ran his hand over his head, swept his face with his palm, and exhaled, then picked up his cell phone and dialed the teacher. Frank spared a sigh of momentary relief and stepped back to give his boss privacy. Sophia was still dressed as she had been at dinner, though barefoot, sitting on the bed, thinking about everything that had happened. Her son was still asleep, Liliana went to rest, and Dolores was already in the guest room, so Sofia took advantage of that solitude to channel things well. The phone rang, it was Leonel.
Leonel smiled. Frank was right, talking to Sofia was for the best. He felt much calmer now and she was a bit of a comedian, despite everything. He enjoyed talking to her. The way she was, the way she expressed herself, the teacher was sweet and in character; he had noticed it before, and once again, he confirmed it. "Raymond called me." She raised her eyebrows. "Of course he did," Sofia muttered. "He told me about Tamara, but it's private, very much his, it's not my place to clear it up."Sofia wrinkled her face. "What do you mean "private"?" she asked gropingly. Leonel sighed. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling of his room. "They had an affair." He had no choice but to blurt it out. Sofia's mouth fell open. She couldn't speak for several seconds. The teacher had no idea of the rest of the things hidden behind that triggering information. Leonel would not tell her about the agent's past addictions, precisely acquired during the times of strong love affairs with Tama
It was a cool night, clear skies in that part of San Juan. The water was warm thanks to the pool system. Leonel had been swimming for a few minutes. It was a little difficult at first, but he found the perfect trick to do it without his arm. Now his feet were the only limbs submerged in the water. Wearing only a shorty-type swimsuit, he ingested some black soda with ice in a short glass. For the first time, he felt good. And the confirmation of this was given by the simple fact of being there with a group of people he could call Family. He thought of his mother. Living in the United States, south of Albany, she was the only blood family he had left. He had visited her little lately, although Frank helped him to make sure she lacked for nothing. He thought about bringing her to Puerto Rico, introducing her to Sofia, that she would also meet Liam and they would spend some time together in that beautiful place. While his longings and thoughts about it were shaping new plans, his cel
Lawyer Adam Coney's assistant arrived at his apartment on the outskirts of the Big Apple's largest Latino neighborhood. It was already late at night, she was carrying a huge fatigue, high heels that she was crazy to throw over any part of her apartment, and folders in her hand, along with a leather briefcase. Dressed in office attire, although with a slight dishevelment of her hair thanks to the cold that barely covered the long coat and the few beers on top ingested at the bar in the corner of the buffet, she lamented once again because that nice housing complex used magnetic cards for the doors, missing very much some keys as she fought with the system failure. About to launch another expletive, the young girl bent down a bit to set the gear on the floor so she could perform the task of unlocking her home with both hands. As she straightened up, a sudden push slammed her against the door. She cried out urgently, but no one would hear her, because the force of the gloved hand si
On the plane, the couple talked about Liam and the decision to live together. Leonel agreed to everything the little boy's mother proposed. It was not the best idea to sleep in the same room when they arrived. They wanted first to explain to Liam how the situation would be from now on, to see if he would accept it, but without stopping spending time together inside the house, investing more time between them as a new couple that longed to settle down in the middle of chaos and fear, with outings, in family life, now that Dolores was there and that the others seemed to join that nice circle. So it was done, all accomplished, and in a couple of days, which were work days for the teacher at the school, as well as school days for the child (these being the last school days of the year), they began to make room for Christmas; it was not yet December, but it was so close, that guided by traditions, they began to decorate the house. They had the time of their lives, as never before. Therap
"Girl, how does it feel to be in this crappy motel?" She laughed, as Elizabeth began to get nervous. "Will you let me in?" The blonde Elizabeth Cord swallowed thickly, shivering at the unexpected visit. She let Gael's wife in and closed the door.Tamara, just as she entered, stopped dead in her tracks, standing. She looked around; the place was clean and tidy and didn't smell bad, like coffee and women's perfume. She spotted an empty, rectangular, wheeled suitcase, wide open on the only double bed in the place. "Didn't Gael tell you not to take anything with you? What will you pack in there?" She pointed to the suitcase dismissively. "I didn't take anything from my apartment," Elizabeth answered, dressed in a pair of thick black pants, a top of the same color, and over it, a mustard-colored vest with large light brown buttons on the front. "I'll buy some things with the cash your husband's worker gave me when he brought me in. All brand new. I'll also take some things from here."
Sofia watched him caress her and felt him with divine pleasure as she lay under the warm comforter. Leonel, sitting on that same bed, slowly dragged his fingertips over Sofia's white skin, her bare thigh, the rest of her leg, up, down... Silence kept them good company. He explained to her how she would heal his wound, so Sofia helped in the process. Before amalgamating on the mattress, he put the sling back on and also swallowed two pain pills. Leonel was a little scared after having sex with her in the shower, as the pain was sharp, stabbing, and excruciating but short-lived. After the cure and pills, everything turned out fine. He made his mental notes to have a more thorough checkup soon. "Leonel." "Mmm?" "What happened to the video Gael showed me? Hasn't a way been found to get it?" He stopped his touches and looked at her. "We made some moves for it, but nothing was found." "What exactly did you do?" "Through a maid at Gael's house." "And how do you know she helped you
Leonel stopped. He narrowed his eyes, realizing that she was serious."I came looking for you. I want you to move to Puerto Rico and live there together." If seeing her there surprised Leonel, that invitation perplexed him. "Why?" She looked at the compromised arm, then fixed her gaze on his dark eyes. "Because that's enough, it's enough of being here letting you be seen only at specific times of the day as a vampire. Only at certain events, with the select press. No, that's enough. Enough of recovering far from a hospital and with doctors at home because your life is in danger if you are exposed to places like this. Enough of the destruction of souls by people who are more powerful than we can think, or even see." "You want me to run away." "I don't want you to run away, I want you to be safe. Just as you have kept me safe, just as you have sacrificed for me in the past. Just as I would love for you to do for yourself." "And you think I haven't? I have detached myself from so
Hours after the legal appointment with Elizabeth, Leonel entered his apartment with an angry face, although it was not because of what he experienced that morning with the blonde, but because of having to wear the sling and the impossibility of moving his arm well, when the doctor demanded that he didn't do it at all since he had to take care of the operation. Every time he took a bath, he used to move it a little and liked that the pain was less and less. He threw the jacket on the key table, it was slipping off again. Taking his corresponding steps, stepping out of the short area between the foyer and the rest of the apartment, he stopped short, having the living room in front of him, with the thick fabric blinds partially closed. The medium darkness of the evening and the status of the living room didn't prevent him from being able to see perfectly who was waiting for him in one of the armchairs. Sofia Sullivan stood up at the sight of him, she would hold her heart with one hand
There was no evidence of abuse either, only the recent text messages that Leonel couldn't help but reply to demanding Cord to leave him alone, perhaps with some bad word, something made him feel annoyed when it was criticized and used as the alleged abuse. Vos knew he would go to hell for not acknowledging what he had done to Elizabeth's car while she was inside, but for him, who claimed to have already been to "that" place, he wasn't too worried that someone would want to send him back to the frying pan. Also, he couldn't tell there what Elizabeth did, nor his intentions with her actions, because he would have to open a wicked world before the eyes of the law that didn't suit him; talk about forbidden people, mention powerful surnames, make very delicate accusations. If he had to pay for damages before the untouchable morals of Miss Cord, he would do it. It would not be the first time, and in fact, he had already done it with the purchase of that car that she refused to use, camoufla
Sofia was surprised by what she found when entered. "Sofia?" Raymond stood up from a chair next to the luxurious hospital bed. He was dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt, white sneakers with a branded design. He was a bit disheveled but didn't look bad. However, his face... He looked like hadn't slept well. "I thought you'd be... worse?" she commented. "What are you doing here? Did Leonel let you come? I can't believe he let you see me like this." She had her eyebrows slightly furrowed, stopping in her tracks. "Leonel doesn't know I'm here. I had to escape as if I were a prisoner." Then she pointed at him with both hands. "What happened to you? I mean, a clinic?" He looked at her sadly. "Did someone tell you what happened to me?" She shook her head. "I have addiction problems."Sofia's lips parted, she never expected to hear something like that, especially not from someone like him. She suddenly remembered what the pizza guards, the same ones out there, said about Raymond. Th