CHAPTER 26

SANDRO TURNED THE CELL PHONE OFF and was thoughtful for a few seconds, until he was interrupted by Henrique:

–– What is written there?

–– It is German, a Nazi prayer.

–– And what does this have to do with my grandfather?

–– Maybe it has everything to do, I've been researching and I believe that a group of neo-Nazis are after something that your grandfather, or the fraternity in which he participated hide... and now, they are after you because of this artifact, or whatever. whatever they're looking for. In their language, he was supposed to be a kind of guardian.

–– But...

–– Are you sure you're not hiding anything from me, Henrique? Now, they are chasing you, your life is in danger right now, I say this because they killed more than six million Jews, if there is one thing they have no remorse in is killing someone.

–– I never went to enjoy these freemasonry, secrets, Templars and such.

–– I'm not talking about Freemasonry, I'm sure he would leave his legacy to someone, you are the only one he would trust as far as we know, it is obvious that the name and the number sequence he left before he died was a code for someone, nothing more obvious than being for your only living relative.

–– My grandfather would never trust a tramp like me.

-- I am sure that...

–– Are you sure what? – Henrique shouted – you don't even know me, you don't know who my grandfather was, just because you're smart, do you think you can meet everyone? – He started to cry – you are out of what happened in my life.

His tears started to fall like a waterfall.

–– Nobody knows how it is - his voice came out as a plea after a troubled prayer.

–– If there is anyone who can help you, it's me, Henrique – said Sandro without worrying about the boy's tears, he had already seen that scene thousands of times to give himself the luxury of being moved –, I know that if he helps me, we will succeed catching these guys, it's not revenge, it's doing justice. Let's do it like this, get some rest, go to your room, get some sleep, in a few minutes the police will be here to collect blood samples on the wall and see if they find anything else.

SANDRO WAS SITTING on the sofa watching the movement of the police when unable to control his impulse, he fell into a deep sleep.

HENRIQUE BATHED and was immersed in his thoughts, suddenly, he had an idea, which at first would be crazy, but he thought it would work.

Of course... that's what I'm going to do...

After the shower, Henrique changed his clothes - except for his favorite jeans - and lay for a few moments, until he realized that the movement of the police in the living room of his house had slowed down.

Okay... I think it's time...

SANDRO was only five years old when he started working in the fields with his parents. Despite constant fights, after all, his mother wanted him to study to be someone in life, his father kept insisting that he work in the fields.

–– Studying does not fill anyone's belly Creuza – his father said insistently in his healthy ignorance – nobody plants notebooks, letters and numbers, this is our life, this kid has to get used to our reality, life is not always made of flowery fields, there are the fields and cane fields too.

Sandro worked during the day and at night studied with a neighbor, where he learned to read and write. The woman was called Dona Fátima, and was a frequent reader of Agatha Christie and Sir Artur Conan Doyle, that's where she began to travel on the countless adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Miss Murple and Hercule Poirot – the latter is her favorite detective.

For Sandro, Dona Fátima was the most intelligent woman in the world, always guessing who the killer was, without him knowing that she had read all those books countless times, so it is obvious that she already knew who the killer was.

But one book in particular caught your eye...

"The case of the ten blacks..."

This was the first book to hit the nail on the head and the logic used to reach him, the most disjointed to date.

Dona Fátima was very proud, and after that book, he hit almost everyone, thus developing a logical thought to discover cases that are almost impossible to solve.

ONE DAY, ONE OF THE FARMERS in the neighborhood where his father worked had some cattle stolen from his farm and no one could discover his whereabouts.

Sandro asked Dona Fátima to talk to him, if she discovered the oxen's whereabouts, she would get one as a gift.

And so it happened.

He followed each lead carefully like Poirot, sat and looked thoughtful, sat under a tree and after thirty-three minutes without even looking to the side, he knew where the oxen were.

One of the farm workers clandestinely sold some oxen and said they had been stolen, but he forgot to delete some important clues, and Sandro won the case in the smallest details, drawing everyone's attention.

He came home smiling and proud at home with the ox, deservedly won for having a brilliant mind, his father gave him a beating – the worst beating until that day –, and even Mr. Francisco saying that the boy had legitimately conquered that ox, nothing has changed in relation to the father.

Sandro's father ordered him to take him back, because he was supposed to work in the fields, and not run after others' problems, and another, with the ox there, was an extra mouth for them to feed.

Sandro was completely indignant, he knew he deserved that ox. Thus, he went to talk to Mr. Francisco and asked for the money, as he would go to São Paulo to earn a living away from that hell.

Since Dona Fátima taught him to read, write, and introduced Mr. Poirot and Miss Murple, Sandro knew exactly what he would become in the future.

Police detective...

SANDRO HAD THE MONEY for the trip and spend at least a few months without having to worry about food, but at the bus station there was a woman begging with her son on her lap, asking for help from other passengers so she could go to São Paulo and bury her husband died during a flood.

Sandro not only paid for his wife's fare, but also gave him all the money from his ox, he knew that the woman needed that amount, and that's how he started hitchhiking until he arrived in São Paulo.

–– MISTER... – CALLED THE POLICE who was responsible for collecting evidence of the crime on the spot, and nudged him again to see if he woke him up – sir...

Sandro jumped out of his chair, so startled.

–– Calm down sir, it's me.

–– What happened, Paiva?

–– You said the boy was in his room sleeping, so we went there to see if everything was okay with him, the boy was gone.

–– How long did I sleep?

–– A couple of hours, sir, maybe three.

–– Damn... I mean... oak saw.

The policeman looked at Sandro strangely without understanding anything.

–– Forget it, Paiva, we have to find the boy urgently, he still doesn't know who he's messing with, if he thinks he's too big for us to protect him, I need one of his policemen to come with me, let's go look for him.

–– But it's almost five in the morning.

–– For this reason, there must be transportation working at this time, we have to act urgently.