Camilo asked, now with a slightly firmer tone of voice, although his servility was evident.
Foseca examined the pepper for a few seconds and then looked at his colleague.
If that message is true, if she herself left it, then this pepper can contain some proof, some answer about what happened with this girl.
He made a brief pause and stipulated: It’s strange that the police didn’t find him. Perhaps they didn’t search for him with determination. But now that he’s in our hands, let’s find out together what happened.
Coп el peпdrive eп las maпos, Foпseca camпó rápidameste hacia la sala coпtɪg.
Camilo followed him immediately, his heart beating faster with each step. He sat down in front of the computer, turned off the device, and waited in silence while the operating system loaded.
The tension in the atmosphere was almost unbearable. The silence between them was profound, broken only by the hum of the computer fan and the servile tapping of Camilo’s fingers on the table.
When the system finally started, Foseca inserted the USB drive and waited. The screen flickered. After a few seconds, a single folder appeared.
Camilo pointed to the monitor. It’s a video. There’s a video file there. Foseca nodded slightly. He kept his gaze fixed on the screen. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Yes, open it,” Camilo replied almost without breathing.
The experienced operator clicked on the file. The image loaded and what they saw together turned their stomachs. The same woman appeared in the video.
Her face was downcast, pale, and her eyes were full of fear. She was sitting on the edge of a bed, in a simple room, with a cross on the wall and a window at the back.
It was night. The light was dim, but enough to see his expression of affliction. If you are watching this video, it is because my body is in the morgue, ready for autopsy.
Or perhaps I had a worse destiny —he said with short breath—. I, I haven’t had it for a long time.
And then, as if destiny wanted to confirm it, some loud knocks echoed on the door of the room. The nun looked desperately to one side. She did not trust the Mother Superior for Ursula.
She’s not who everyone believes. Don’t trust her, for God’s sake. Before I could comment, the video cut off abruptly. Camilo put his hands to his head.
His eyes widened and he murmured, “It was his mother. His mother did this to him.” Foseca swallowed hard. He was visibly shaken. I don’t know, but the police need to look into this immediately.
Somehow, the mother of the cocubia is involved, that’s clear. Both of them watched the video again.
He searched for details, any additional clue. He realized that everything had been recorded with a laptop’s webcam. The poor lighting made it difficult to analyze the event, but there was no doubt.
It was the same face, the same woman who at that moment lay on the cold stretcher in the next room. I tried to identify shadows, reflections, any indication that there was someone else in the room.
But there was nothing, only the nun’s desperate voice and the knocking on the door. It was the third time she had seen him, witnesses said.
Lucía also read it and her expression betrayed her immediate discomfort. She tried to intervene, but he was adamant.
Mother, I don’t want anyone else in this room. We need to know what really happened, and even if it’s a nun, we’ll have to take Sister Gabriela’s body for analysis.
Without alternatives, the supposed mother simply agreed, biting her lips hard. Gabriela’s body was carefully removed from the room and placed under police custody.
Eп segυпdo lυgar, Lυcía se eппtró coп Eustaqυio, qυieп la esperaba, ocυlto y apsioso.
As soon as he saw her, he ran towards her. “What’s going on? Why are the police here?” Lucia asked in a low but firm voice.
Someone reported Gabriela’s death. I don’t know if she said it herself before dying, but there’s something strange about this story. Did they want to perform an autopsy on her?
Before I could start the conversation, Susana appeared running with her eyes full of tears.
Mother, Father Eustaquio. How wonderful that I found them. Gabriela. She. Lucia interrupted, feigning sobs.
Susana is gone, she’s dead. But Susana, in her hypocrisy, ended up saying more than she should have. She knew this was going to happen. I don’t know how, but she knew. Lucia raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
Susana, you have something to do with this story. What did Gabriela tell you? —I only did what she asked me to —Susana replied rudely.
She said she didn’t trust you, but she didn’t know why. And so, Susana, firmly believing the false mother, told him everything.
For her part, Lucía narrowed her eyes, but quickly changed her tone. She forced a smile and placed her hands on the nun’s shoulders.
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