The unfortunate man sets off on a reckless run and is only interrupted by the times when he gets his feet stuck in the mud and has to insist on removing the boots he is wearing and is forced to use in front of the branches, twigs and sharp stones that exist on the path.The feared actually happened. The river is covering the bridge that connects the small village to the Reid family mansion.Now he has no alternative but to make the long journey outside the property to avoid risking his own life trying to swim across.Almost an hour later, crossing some fences and corrals, he arrives at the mansion and, upon entering through the back door, grabs a handful of keys and leaves with them hidden under the cover, until he arrives at the large vehicle garage.Now in possession of one of them, the man will have to make an even longer journey through the center of the city, which, at this point in the storm, had streets similar to water and sewage channels.The electricity remains interrupted,
Without further delay, the scene returns to that outside his house where, while running aimlessly through the storm, he becomes more and more convinced that he was in front of two devilish women:The wife he admired, to whom he gave his heart, and the sister-in-law who always respected him and for whom he had immense affection.At that moment, still in the room and astonished at the fact that she had failed in her plan, the nurse hears her sister's voice, who finally returns and asks to see her son.To preserve Eleonora, Júlia decides not to report what happened, which only lasted a few minutes, but which could shake those who should remain safe.Sparing his sister this possible emotion would be crucial at that moment.Eleonora waves to Júlia who, in response, takes the child to her mother.She seemed to have stable emotions. But when she feels the child on her, she begins to demonstrate an inner happiness on her face, noticeable even when she is down.Eleonora had no idea of the em
“Send them up now”, orders the widow, she is curious due to the detail of the urgency.Twelve years later, present day...In a certain square, well-treed and full of concrete tables with black and white squares printed on each of them and just two concrete benches on each side of them, there used to be several people at a certain time in the late afternoon competing between itself the game that gave its name to the square in the center of the city's capital.The place became the most pleasant of all due to the cool climate, the birdsong and the fish swimming in the lakes. A colossal contrast with the concrete jungle that forms a kind of suffocating and noisy barrier.A woman was in one of her routines sitting on a wide wooden bench shaded by a huge tree a few meters away from a small, designated set of tables. Which, by the way, were the furthest away from the hustle and bustle caused by the accumulation of players and larger groups of tables in the center of the park.Everyone who fr
The next morning,at the counter of a bar two blocks from the capital's central hospital“Tiring night, doctor?”, a man approaches what appeared to be a doctor who had just finished his night shift and was having a drink to wake up.“Yes, it was, but it's part of the horror show of my profession... I can't afford to complain... I'm sorry, but do we know each other?” asks the doctor suspiciously, as he had never seen that man in a bar that it is almost the frequency of hospital employees.“Excuse me, let me introduce myself: I'm a DP detective here in the capital and my colleague and I would like to ask a few questions about the body of the elderly gentleman who was about to be examined.”, says the man dressed in a street sweeper's overalls, sweaty.Soon, the doctor finds the dress of what is called a “police investigator” strange.“I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to talk about it... like that, nothing official...” he cuts off the word and turns away from the investigator.“We know this
“I don’t know the name, but I have a photo of the board. I believe that those who know it will notice the absence of the piece in the set... Just a moment and I'll check here...”, he searches among papers in a small suitcase.After finding what appears to be a xerox copy of a photo, he starts counting how many pieces he has of each figure in the game to the woman on the phone.“Remember, madam, that this image and all the rest of the material go together in the next envelope for you...”, emphasizes the thin agent.At that exact moment when the chubby man is still mentioning some pieces, the police detectives are surprised by a noise coming from the only door of the small apartment. Without a doubt it was a break-in. After knocking down the door, the client experienced what appears to be physical fighting and, shortly after, a gunshot was fired. Finally, there is a calm and the silence is broken by some inaudible voices. Minutes later, scared, she interrupts the call herself.Months la
In Argentine.A large South American film festival, where the best filmmakers from different countries in South and Central America and Spanish-speaking countries come together. There are several celebrities present. During that night, many categories had already been awarded, as usual.One of the films with the highest nomination was a crime thriller. Winning the awards for: Best Film, Original Screenplay, Best Protagonist and Best Director.The production was made by an acclaimed actor, director and screenwriter. Well known to everyone present, for being the owner of one of the largest audio visual producers. Its main activity is the creation and production of films. In addition to commercials for television and other media.The conglomerate of companies owned by the same owner still has shares in all other producers that individually also competed for the awards.But that night, all the attention is on one of the films and, logically, on a single person.“We feel honored and... ind
After saying goodbye to the initial journalist, the actor is approached by other press professionals and some fans.“Tell us more about this new production of yours...Everyone knows that you are doing everything alone, unlike anything you have ever done...My sources have informed me that even the most dangerous scenes... which, by the way... will be breathtaking, you have promised will be the most real of any that have ever been filmed in the history of cinema.And is it true that the story will be your first non-fiction?Will it be completely based on facts...?”, says the reporter known in the artistic world as “the production investigator”.“No comment on that and... have you considered referring to “your sources as “informants” instead of simply treating them as “sources...?”After all, it seems to me that they are more on top of everything than me and my production.”, then Alejandro turns his back on the indiscreet reporter.“Well guys”, says the reporter, somewhat embarrassed b
“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