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Did you contact Alfaro at Social Security? Yup, she said that Canizales had no problems with his bosses or with the union, that he was a good lawyer who kept everything in order; they were surprised to learn he wasdead. You don’t say, now find out what time the drizzle started in the East Sector. Where’s that? Around Ernesto Millán Park. I’m seeing him now, copper, one of those wise guys, the ones who always get their way. What are you trying to tell me? Just that, my copper, and that I’m disgusted they beat me to it. Don’t jump into a fight you maybe can’t punch your way out of. I couldn’t care less, I don’t give a fuck about anything, sweet fuck-all, less than sweet fuck-all, whatever, like she used to say . . . he jerked his head toward Paola’s house.
    Mendieta got into the car and drove off. “There is a house in New Orleans,” maestro Eric Burdon sang.
    He took Zapata Boulevard all the way to San Chelín Funeral Home.
    Abelardo Rodríguez, the father, agreed to talk to the detective there and then. They sat down in a couple of white chairs. You have no idea how this is going to affect our lives, she was our sun, our compass. He was smoking cigarillos. He pulled out a hip flask and poured whiskey into two plastic cups. Not only was she lovely, she was highly intelligent, she never tried to use her beauty to get ahead, in contests or anything, never, not even in school, she was a girl who knew what she wanted, she was too restless, she had everything to live for, my mind can’t grasp why she would do such a thing. How did she get hold of your pistol? He showed him the Beretta. That’s something I can’t stop asking myself, when did my daughter take that gun without me noticing, I don’t know and you can’t imagine how much that pains me. Is it registered? Somewhere I must have the permit, it runs out next month. If it’s no bother, I’d like to see it within three days. None at all, I’ll go by the station and drop it off for you. Mendieta told him about Canizales. No kidding, he was such a nice guy I thought he would live forever, what’s more hewas a very good lawyer, I had the pleasure of meeting his father, Engineer Hildegardo Canizales, a stupendous person; I liked him for my daughter, but God didn’t want them to get along, and now all this, it’s true what they say about misfortune never turning up alone. Señor Rodríguez, I need to have my technicians do a couple of things, we won’t be a bother, I’ll take the pistol so they can check it and the forensic doctor will take a look at your daughter’s body. That’s fine, just one favor I’d ask, no sacrilege, please, I don’t want them poking around her private parts. You can be sure they won’t. There was a pause, Rodríguez poured one more for himself, the detective had not touched his. Well look, Detective, whatever we can do for you, don’t hesitate, Christ, after all the guy was practically my son-in-law. What play is your daughter Beatriz in? A piece of shit, listen, I don’t even know what it’s called, he finished his drink and poured another, all I can say is she goes on stage indecent, something Paola never would have done.
    Mendieta hurried with his own and went to the toilet. He used the cell phone: Montaño, get yourself over here to San Chelín right away, they’re preparing the body of one of the suspects and I need to know if it has semen. Lefty, don’t do this to me, I’m on the road to paradise with the most beautiful and sexy woman I have ever met. Is this your week for a doubleheader? Something like that. Well, leave it for later, this is urgent, before the funeral home people get to her; go in the service entrance. Then he called Ortega and asked him to send a technician to look for gunpowder on her hands.
    After that, without the father noticing, he slipped into the embalming room, where they knew him. Well, slackers, are you behaving yourselves? Marvelously. His eyes paused on Paola’s face, so