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a policemen told him and they pulled him out of his cell with no consideration at all. “Are you high?”
                  “I need to go to the bathroom,” Lucas replied deliberately.
                  The policeman pushed a basin with his boot. “Go, but do it quickly.”
                  “I don’t need to now.”
                  “Ah, you don’t? You’d better want to again because this chamber pot is for the duration. There ain’t nobody’s momma here to help you. Let’s go, but you’d better start moving those feet while you’ve got them.” They handcuffed him again and took him to the worn out, unmarked police car. This was the third trip he’d made without knowing where he was going.
                  “Get yourself ready because you’ve got some things to explain to the judge,” one of the agents said.
                  Suddenly, the obvious struck him: the coach! The coach had gone to see him, to admonish him for the free-for-all he’d had with Quiroga. The coach knew he’d left him with some deep bruises, but alive.
                  “The coach knows I didn’t kill Quiroga. Talk to him, he’ll confirm everything.”
                  “We’ll talk to him, tough guy. We’ll talk to him as soon as he turns up. He disappeared. By the way, do you know anyone who’s got something against the coach? Anyone interested in him going from this world to a better place?”
                  “After all, who saw me kill Quiroga?”
                  “For now, nobody, but it’s still early. For now, we know you’re a violent type despite your babyface. We know you treacherously attacked that athlete in the dressing room. We know your coach went directly to your house to kick you out of the gym, and we know you took a while to show up. After that, the coach never made it home.
     
                  Judge Ponces Branco was totally different from the police. He seemed rich. He wanted to know if the suspect had a lawyer and was told that the defendant hadn’t requested the assistance of counsel. He asked the police about the fresh abrasions on the suspect’s face. They replied that Lucas had slipped and fallen in the morgue during his recognition of the body.
     
                  The prosecutor was devastating. The judge heard the authority’s version of Lucas murdering the victim attentively and his own version listlessly. He asked Lucas why he had so many books about weapons at home and if he had any idea where the coach was. He made a comment about bringing the accused without a lawyer. He also said that he didn’t want suspects falling on their faces any more. He threatened to send the prisoner to the hospital to register the abrasions. He asked Lucas to roll up his sleeves and then gave a quick look of disgust when he saw the handcuff marks on his skin. Finally, he concurred that Lucas was a notoriously dangerous element and that there was a risk of flight and destruction of evidence. He would remain in preventive detention until the case was reviewed, or the coach appeared or he had been designated a lawyer. Given his age and lack of criminal record, he shouldn’t be mixed for the moment with prisoners held for violent crimes. The police then commented that this excluded virtually all of the prisons, but the judge simply repeated that he didn’t want any more falls and brought the session to a close.
                  He had just been returned to the judicial prison when they called him. Lucas had visitors. It was his mother. His father didn’t enter because he could only have one five-minute visit. His mother hugged him as if he were a little child and whispered to him that she believed him. No hugging, the guard informed them; it was a question of security. She looked at him for a minute holding his hands and her eyes filled with tears. She told him