POLICE DELEGATOR Francesco Nuñes entered kicking his chair in front of his desk completely furious because of the press conference, it had been a true Greek tragedy.
— Bastards! — he shouted.
The reporters during the press conference accused the Spanish Police of being lazy, incompetent and corrupt, for the last situations that happened, it was still the most absolute truth.
— Calm down boss — said the detective, Paolo Martinez — soon we'll get that one too, then they'll shut up.
— Don't you understand Paolo? — They will never stop, they look like leeches, if they don't roll our heads, it's their heads that roll, they do it because they like it and out of necessity.
Paolo ignored his boss's response and tried as usual to work around the situation.
— Boss, no crime is perfect.
— Maybe in your case it is, after all, you never arrested anyone.
Paolo got mad when people talked about him like that, he wasn't incompetent, he was unlucky, that's all, and another thing, what blame was he on the murder of his former boss? And now he'd been kicked into that shack.
— There's always a first time, and I'm still going to write many books with my world-famous cases.
Francesco Nuñes smiled and said:
— You dream a lot and live little, that's why you can't discover anything interesting, you'll always be the laughing stock of the gang.
— I discovered something interesting about the Children of the Sun case.
— Do not make me laugh.
Paolo ignored the comment and continued.
— Nemesis in Greek culture was the goddess of revenge, in other cultures she is known as the sister of the sun god, who would one day return and join him again, well known by the scientific community as "Second Sun", we are talking about an entity well known to the ancients.
— I've never heard such nonsense, I just need to tell me that their will is to make the sun only shine for those who are worthy.
Paolo was speechless, hearing his theory go down the drain, hearing it through someone else's mouth seemed absurdly stupid and childish.
— The worst thing is, he's right," said a voice as he entered the room, that voice brought back many good memories for Francesco.
— You? — Said the delegate, amazed to hear the voice of the friend who had not seen for a long time.
The unexpected guest smiled and said:
— I think Paolo and I are going to get along really well working together, right Tchesco?
SANDRO SAT in the chair of his friend, the delegate Francesco Nuñes, and put his feet on the table as if he were the head of the place and said.
— Why do you doubt your detective so much, Tchesco? — Usually in cases involving religious rituals like this, the most unlikely is what turns out to be likely in the end.
— You talk too much nonsense — said Deputy Nuñes, ignoring the two — you weren't even born and I was already arresting thieves, you still smell like a dirty baby ass and want to teach me how to find thieves?
Sandro laughed as he played with the gold pen.
Soon afterwards he said:
— I'll bet you fifty bucks you can't find the killer with those methods, one of them is smarter than your entire team put together.
— No crime is perfect — said the delegate, dissatisfied with his friend's comment — I've already discovered crimes much more complicated than this one.
Sandro Palmeira straightened up in his chair and said:
— Tchesco, you will only find out who the killer is if you focus your team where no one else cares, for example, the killer, this or this Nemesis, is incomparably smarter than you, it's making everyone think he's a serial Killer, leaving clues to an upcoming murder.
— And isn't that it?' — Said the other detective as astonished and incredulous as Francesco Nuñes was thinking.
— Obviously, Tchesco, if that were the case, I would have arrested him in the second murder, but as he hasn't caught him yet, then he's not a madman, maybe a psychopath, even so, we're talking about something we don't know yet, let's work with him, all theories, especially the craziest ones.
— You mean a psychopath isn't crazy? — Said the deputy in a sarcastic tone.
— The difference in intellect between us is enormous.
— As big as your ego — the deputy replied sarcastically.
— A little smaller — said the detective ironically — don't ever want to compare yourself to me, I think before I act, and I know who the next victim will be and when the murder will be, I guarantee I'll be there.
The clerk enters the room and hands a sheet to the delegate, he smiled as he read.
— I think it's wrong this time, Sandro, I just got the news of another victim, and you weren't there.
Sandro smiled.
— That's what you think.