Rafael_Zimichut

A series of murders in Cathedrals across Brazil are carried out without a trace, however, In the last murdered, history professor Carlos Cardeñas leaves a clue, a dagger drawn in his own blood and a numerical sequence.
With the pressure from the media on the case, the chief sees no other solution than to call the most expressive name in the Police today, the unusual detective Sandro Palmeira, who in his own way puts the pieces of the puzzle together and discovers that a sect who gave rise to Nazism wants an object that has been in the possession of the family of Carlos Cardeñas since the era of the Templars.
With the help of Camila and Bernardo Garcia – the best known reporter in the current media who discovers the truth about the continuity of the thousand-year Reich started by Adolf Hitler.
Contrary to popular belief, the Nazis are all around everyone and the most prominent name under the Führer is bloodthirsty.
Everyone tries to find out why neo-Nazis so much want this object protected by the Cardeñas family, but only Carlos' grandson, Henrique Cardeñas (a young man used to a life full of drugs, ballads and a total lack of interest in his family's history) has the key. to unlock the secret. Henrique finds himself overnight fighting the ghosts of the past that insist on haunting his family generation after generation.

A SHADOW BEYOND DARKNESS

HENRIQUE WAS TAKING Ana away, she lived reasonably close to her home, and it didn't cost anything to take her away, they could enjoy a little more of the night together.


           –– Do you want to enter? - She said in front of the entrance of the luxury building where she lived –, you know, they don't care if you spend the night with me, together we can overcome this pain.


           –– I don't think so – her face was as sad and inconsolable as her words - I want to take a little time to put my thoughts in order, it was a hard blow to my grandfather's death, so far the plug has not yet dropped.


           –– I imagine, he was quite a man, isn't he? I know I admired you.


           –– You can't imagine how much.


EVERYTHING THAT HAD IN HIS MIND was that his grandfather was the best man in the world, it was practically impossible for him to have enemies, people who wanted to kill him, but the more he thought, the frustration only increased with himself for never having tried to truly know his grandfather .


HENRIQUE A KEIJOU one last time, said goodbye and walked quietly home, probably thinking about something that was not important, since he had spent his last pennies on bullets, but he was used to making that way, especially at night.


           At the moment when he was completely alone on the street, a well-dressed man came up behind him and ran his hand over his ass, gave a nice tight and affectionately said:


           –– Beautiful bootie, doll.


           Henrique took a startled jump as he saw that old man winking at him with his left eye, and then blew him a passionate kiss.


           –– Do you have a program for today? – He continued flirting Henrique.


           –– Viado, but full of love to give, I can also lend it if you want, I'm sure you will like it, tchutchuca.


           Henrique decided to run instead of arguing with the boy.


           Putzgrila... – he thought as he left his sight - it was just what was needed... a pervert singing me...


 –– EVERYTHING RIGHT, BOSS – said Armand to Himmler – it was like you said, he came to bring his girlfriend's dog home.


           –– Good job, Armand, don't lose sight of the boy.


           Armand lit a cigarette and blew smoke into the air as he stared at his victim.


           Too bad I can't kill him "yet".


CHAPTER 17