And now the National Agency was in.
Javier Robles and Marta Salas were by the hall.
Don Manuel passed in front of them.
Javier made an almost invisible gesture.
Don Manuel returned it.
That was enough.
Outside, Carmen ran to him.
He hugged him so hard that don Manuel had a hurt at his ribs.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.
Manuel, please tell me this is over here.
He looked at the police station.No, Carmen. Here it begins.
Forty-five minutes later, Don Manuel came back in.
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I no longer wore the grey vest.
Now he was wearing dark blue suit and a federal badge on his belt.
No one dared to cross his path.
In the meeting room were Sergio Molina, Ricardo Cruz and Alberto Flores sitting in front of a long table.
Next to him, lawyers by trade.
Back, federal agents.
Attorney General Adrián Montes was presiding over the meeting.
“We’re not here to negotiate,” he said. We are here to show you what you did and what comes next.
