BERNARDO WAS READING the morning paper and saw the news on the front page.
— Spanish Prime Minister is killed tonight by Esperanza Sanchez, the so-called Nemesis, on the wall of his library were written several words — 'Factions' — 'Dissentions' — Parties' — 'Envy' — 'Drunkenness' — 'Orgies'.
Before he could formulate any theories about it, his cell phone rings.
— Hi Sandro... Yes, I just read the article... what do you mean you just talked to her? Of course... I understand, you can leave it, hugs, yes, I'll wait for you on Sunday for lunch, we have wonderful news... what? Ah! Of course, I forgot that you can't surprise the greatest detective in the world, of course... hugs...
— Who was? — Camila said as she entered the room.
— Sandro, he just spoke to Aisha again, he didn't even know she was on the loose.
— She must have run away, but the government must have covered up the case so as not to create a fuss.
— Yes, that must be it.
Bernardo smiled and ran his hand over his wife's belly.
— He's going to be the happiest child in the world.
— How can you say it's going to be a boy?
— Sandro said it's going to be a boy, if he said it, then it's going to be.