Chapter 22

Zacharias knew he had to leave. The intensity of the revelry was at its highest in the hotel bar. He saw the time. 2:30 in the morning. He would leave. He would go to the shed, he would leave town. It was necessary to contact the investigation police to go deeper. Police officer Glenn had not made the slightest attempt to investigate anything. No evidence had been collected...so many people seemed suspicious to him.

He saw the window. On the street, right in front of the shed is a figure with a rifle in his hand. None other than the policeman Tony Glenn. Immutable. Without moving, he stood in the middle of the street lit by the full moon.

With a sigh, he closed the window. He would wait. At some point it had to come off. At half past three, half past four, half past five in the morning, he saw that the policeman remained static on the spot.

--The salt statue,-- he said resignedly. To solve the case he had to stay.

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IV

--Who are you?

--A friend.—said the voice.