Chapitre 98: busted for real

"Found another victim?" Jerome offers helpfully. "Arrested the wrong man?"

Arcinas wipes sweat from his brow with his bare hand. His foundation, applied hastily with unsteady fingers as he tried to calm himself down earlier this morning, is now caked with perspiration and oil.

"The boy—we were lucky that he was found so soon. His parents were able to identify him at once." He holds a thin folder out to the older priest, and Jerome notices that the hand is shaking a little. "His name is Conrado Sacobia. Went by the name Dodong. He lived in Manggahan."

"We would be happy to extend any assistance to you, Attorney.

Give us a little time to study this, and we'll be in touch soon." Saenz stands, takes the folder and shakes Arcinas's hand firmly. "All right, Father Lucero, let's get back to work." And he hustles Jerome out of Arcinas's office.

In the parking lot, Saenz says, "You're awfully quiet."