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“And Sergio, your partner in Santiago Losada’s kidnapping, is living it up somewhere in the world with the cash he got from his victim.”

He taps the ash onto the floor, well away from his case.

“I said you’d be out soon and I wasn’t wrong. I’m never wrong. You’ll be out in a few days.”

Diego thinks he should be happy, smile, stand up, pat the lawyer on the back, shake his hand or even give him a hug, burst out laughing, applaud. But he does none of these things because he doesn’t feel happy or even enthusiastic, he just feels a faint sense of relief, which comes over him gradually. The prison night gets inside you and no daylight, no good news, is enough to get rid of it, the way you’d get rid of a patch of dust on your clothes. He barely even feels relieved.

“Bizarrely enough, the victim’s statement helped you. That’s right. Losada said just those words to the judge: that you were a patsy. That the other kidnapper, Sergio – who worked for Losada’s company, who fled with the loot – was the brains behind it all. He set you up, didn’t he? He left you waiting with the captive while he disappeared.”