Between people who might have died, between people who might or might not have died, between those crimes that might or might not have taken place.

Between reporting that investigation, when by normal means, they found nothing, talking to whoever held the secrets, meeting with your informant, that information, which may or may not be true, even the demons that always watched everyone around you.

There was no going back, the implications and all situations would not go back, there were consequences, suspicions became reality.

Death and life, even those who never imagined having contact, but looking around, the deepest desires, the opinion of their former contacts, knowing now, with whom they were dealing, in what they created at that time.

Even at that time, when he could make everything as pleasurable as possible, then, between his pleasures and his desires, for every time in his travels, that he was wrapped between each of her secrets, he was shrouded in mystery.

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In which the purpose would also have to find a terrorist who fled his country. 


He was driven to a private airport on his way to his castle after the party, and so he got off the plane at the new Romanian sheikh and earl's own private airport. 


When the Romanian count, a tall, muscular man with skin white as paper and muscular, hidden by long red robes and golden ornaments of inscriptions and circular threads. 


It was a cold winter night, in the fog of the nearby city of Romania, he saw far in front of him the immense mansion adorned with pointed towers, and Gothic style very similar to the gargoyles of Lovecraft County City. 


Adorning the entire place the towers and curved forms of a pointed tower, and at its entrance an immense golden hall, with fluffy carpets and contrasting between red and black colors, for its extension the skin of animals spread as decorations. 


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