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

JUAN HERNANDES WAS completely drunk - something unusual for the Chief of the Spanish Federal Police who was known worldwide for his serene temperament and keen sense of justice, he was without a doubt the biggest name in the history of the Spanish Federal Police, mainly for his impeccable resume. , having been appointed to the post as a young man for his services to General Francisco Franco.


          Juan was in a state of semi-consciousness when he put the key in the lock of the apartment door, but the door wouldn't open, no matter how much he insisted.


          Damn... open soon... what the fuck... what a hell of a day...


          After trying more than ten times to open that damned door, Juan Hernandes kicked it with all the strength he had, making a tremendous noise, not only because of the blow, but mainly because of the fall he took after having lost his balance. because of the drinking.


          A completely strange person opened the door.


          — Can I help you, Senhor Hernandes?


          Juan Hernandes stared in complete disbelief at that stranger who appeared inside his house.


          — Who are you? – He said in a slurred voice because of drunkenness – why are you in my house? My wife's lover is another.


          — Your home? – The man laughed as if it was a very funny joke and didn't even care about the comment about the man's wife – you live upstairs, Mr. Hernandes, this is the sixth floor, my apartment is the sixty-three.


          Juan finally paid attention to the number on the door and realized the ignorance of his actions.


          How stupid am I, damn cheap wine...


          — Excuse me - he said humbly and stuttering with shame - I think I was wrong.


          — No problem, Senhor Hernandes, do you want me to accompany you?


          — Regarding the case of Martín Gonzalez, I believe you, someone is still going to stop that bastard.


          Juan Hernandes nodded and went back to the elevator and made sure he hit the right button this time.


          He finally managed to open the door to his apartment, contemplated for a brief moment the silence that emanated from there. This was so strange. After forty years of marriage, this was the first time he had been completely alone, the house emanated so many good and unforgettable memories that it was difficult not to smile with himself, satisfied with the wonderful life that God had given him.


          His wife and daughter were on vacation in Slovenia and they sent him beautiful postcards almost daily from the medieval castles they have there.


          It seems like yesterday that Anita was born...


          Juan sat down at the piano and realized how complicated it was to play anything in the state he was in. Of course, his drunkenness had a reason, after all, after his honeymoon, it was the first time he'd been drunk, mainly because of the events leading up to that night.


CHAPTER 71