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spoke through from Hell and begged for her help." 
    "This was recorded in the little girl's room" said Rodrigo, in case that was relevant.
    "Then there's no doubt about it. Elena left her radio there, in case Laura tried to communicate again through that device. Anything else?"
    "Yes, and it's more interesting and more explicit  ."
    "The voice of any of them?"
    "Actually, I think it's a woman's voice."
    "What mic is the recording from?" asked Andrés impatiently.
    "From the one in that sort of junk room full of stuff, the one with the cracked wall."
    The sound technician was startled and went to the table where his mate was. His pupils had shrunk like those of a cat stalking a prey.
    "Go on, hit play and see what messages they are sending us from the Underworld ."
    "Easy, man. That's more like you! Just a minute ago you looked like a wet fish."
    Rodrigo played the recording and, while it played, he checked out his mate, gauging his reactions.
    «Damned you all. Stay away from me. Get away. I curse you»
    "Does it mean anything?"
    Andrés fell heavily on one corner of the table. He was crestfallen and, once again, he could feel the panic gripping his gut.
    "I think it does."
    "Do you know who it might be?"
    "I think it's Alicia, Laura's mother..."
    " The one that cracked the junk room's wall?"
    "That one..."
    Rodrigo thought for a while. Part of him was jumping with joy, the other was feeling ill-at-ease.
    "It seems the threats are back. We don't really have anything to fear."
    Andrés walked away from his friend and went towards one of the large windows of the modern, luxury flat. The bright light of a cloudless day wasn't enough to fill him with much hope.
    "Actually, we do have a lot to fear. In fact, I think that, as of right now, we are risking our own necks. They're trying to tell us something and they're putting it in quite plain language."

XV
    E lena had gathered all the courage she could muster and had finally managed to find herself in front of the door of Alicia's best friend, the only real one, according to Carlos. She was inside one of those U-shaped buildings that surround  a nice garden and a large swimming pool. Its corridors were endless and brought to mind a derelict psychiatric hospital, which didn't help in calming her anxiety. Similar to what Andrés had felt regarding Carlos's flat, she sensed that behind that door a dark secret was hiding. In the end, after much rumination, she dared to push the doorbell.
    "Hello, can I help you?" said a dark, middle aged woman with bright eyes and impeccable looks.
    "Are you Ana?"
    "Yes. Who are you?"
    "I'm Elena, the psychologist that was seeing Carlos in his last days, before he..."
    "I see. Come in, please."
    Ana led the way to a spacious living room with a floor-to-roof window. The magnificent garden was visible through the glass, and at that time it had been invaded by a handful of little ones who were playing freely. Seeing the image of the smiling children, even when she could not hear their voices, had a calming effect on Elena.
    "Have there been any new developments, remarkable or otherwise?"
    "To be honest, no. I'm working on Carlos's notes and I'm trying to find out more about the reasons that led him to commit such an atrocious act."
    "And what do I have to do with that?"
    "He came to see you soon after the car accident in which Laura and Alicia died..."
    "Yes, so he did."
    The parapsychologist could see that Ana was uncomfortable. She couldn't tell why - however, if she insisted, she might get somewhere.
    "I'm researching Carlos's case, I may publish a paper in a scientific magazine, you know."
    "Not really. "I'm an architect, I don't have a clue about psychology."
    "I wouldn't want to waste your time. What exactly did Carlos want from you?"
    "Well, I was Alicia's best friend..."
    "As I said before, I have access to some of his last notes," Elena said, hinting that she knew more than her host could initially have imagined.
    Ana got up and, without