SANDRO PACKED HIS THINGS in his office, the suitcase with the clothes was still a little messy for the brevity of having to pack them so quickly, everyone in the building was complacent and helped him not only with the clothes, but also the ride, because his wife didn't throw her car keys, nor her wallet with all her money in it.
— HARD DAY?
Sandro looked and it was Marcus Saldanha, a police chief.
— Nothing we can't handle.
— Yeah, you can solve the worst cases in the world, but you still haven't learned how to solve a woman's heart.
— I'm a detective, not God.
The two laughed.
— I rented an apartment, if you want, there's a spare room, it would be nice to have someone to split the bill.
— No, thank you, I believe things will be resolved soon, I think she had a hard day and ended up taking it out on me, I'm used to her attacks, sometimes I even like it.
— He takes care of himself.
— You too.