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“Another thing I don’t understand is why the police didn’t find a weapon in the place you were holed up with Santiago Losada. Am I supposed to believe you and Sergio were unarmed when you kidnapped this guy? I wasn’t born yesterday.”

Antinucci clicks his tongue, grimaces lopsidedly and continues to stare at Diego, who avoids his gaze. For a moment the world retreats, the visiting shed retreats. Diego feels sick.

“You’re not telling? I don’t care. It’s your business, nothing to do with me. This case won’t go any further: no custodial sentence, that’s what the committal document will say. Within a couple of years the judge will issue a ruling; maybe he’ll dismiss it, I wouldn’t be at all surprised. Given the state of the legal system in this country… You need to get ready because you’ll be out this week. A few days and, God willing, you’ll be back on the street. Before that, they’ll take you to court for a routine hearing.”

“A hearing? Who with?”

“Ah, good, so now you talk. The hearing is with Losada’s wife. With Ursula, Ursula López. Pretty name, wouldn’t you agree? I like the sound of it for some reason. No, it won’t be a problem. Like I told you, she said she never received a ransom demand from you. I still have my doubts, but if you confirm that in front of the judge… Now just fill out the forms, sign the documents. Here. And here.”