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beauty she was: delicate features, perfect mouth, lips slightly puckered, a redhead with curly hair, enigmatic gaze. What a pity, he agreed with the kid.
    Do you know this man? Of course, Bruno Canizales, my sister was crazy about him, if you ask me why she did what she did, it was for him; they were together for a while, but he was a bit off, some days you couldn’t believe his good vibes, he’d talk with you, he’d get excited about whatever you were interested in, he’d give advice, then other days just the opposite: a closed book, turned in on himself; Papa never trusted him, when they were together he’d visit us twice a week; she was strange, even when she was little, if she wanted anything from Papa she would say she was going to kill herself, she liked to take over, to be the center of attention; when we grew up she turned moody, unpredictable, volatile; I didn’t get it, because she had everything: beauty, intelligence, friends, all the money she needed; she could be a good sister, too, though usually she was a mystery; after Bruno we didn’t meet anybody else; the truth is the boys were all over her, a narco from Badiraguato even hired a band to serenade her once, but she was stuck on Canizales and no one could get her off him. Was she very passionate? More like obsessive, she would get hooked on an idea and no human power could make her change her mind. On anything at all? It was her way of relating to people. What did she like to watch on television? Concerts, interviews, boring things they say cultured people like, Channel 22 from Mexico City. How did she get along with the bros from around here? Some of them were nuts about her, but I don’t think she picked up on anyone. Do you know who sold her the pistol? No, the pistol belongs to Papa, she must have taken it at some point. Did she work? No, Papa gives us everything. Yesterday did she do anything different? Her usual routine, she spent all day here reading and listening to music, I went out at 6:40 in the evening and she was still in her pajamas; when I came back at about 11:30, I saw her dressed, having a supper of sweet buns and hot milk, as if she were just getting in, and I sawnothing more until morning when I heard the shot. Did you notice if she went out later? No, at least I didn’t hear her, after she and Bruno broke up she drank a lot, she wouldn’t get drunk, but she’d always be drinking. Where did she buy the beers? At the Oxxo or wherever. Mendieta saw a plain white plastic bag on the floor next to the dresser. I’m going to take this. Go ahead. So you think she did it for Canizales. I don’t know, one day she did tell him in front of me: If you dump me I’ll kill myself. I’m also going to take along the empty cans, using a Kleenex he put them in the plastic bag.
    What would you think if you knew that Bruno Canizales was found dead this morning? They looked at each other: She was lovely too, honey-colored eyes and a mole on her cheek; him a normal forty-three-year-old police officer, always dressed in black, three days without shaving, and incapable of falling in love. Is it true? He nodded, I heard that she threatened to kill him then take her own life if he left her. I know she blackmailed him like that, the way I told you I heard her say once, what I don’t know is if she would dare do it, you know, the first part; she had terrific days when she was relaxed and happy, a person who brought joy into your life just by walking by, my father adored her, my mother was jealous, we didn’t know what to feel about her, especially over the past few months when it was hard to read her heart. What do you do? I’m an actress, even though I don’t look it, we’ve got a show on now, that’s why I came home yesterday when I did.
    Calvary charge. Mendieta. What’s up, bonehead, you must be scratching your balls as usual. It was Guillermo Ortega, head of Criminal Investigation Services. What a crock of shit, what did you find? What do you