Bab 4: He's gay, it seems ...
"Wow," said Eloisa, after carefully observing the sketch he made. "He was a cat.
"He's gay," I commented as if he did not want anything.
She sighed. "Of course it was. The prettiest are always gay.
_ I'm good here!
- What's wrong?
He sighed, did not look dead anymore. His eyes were alert and he looked angry.
"Could you not speak of me as if you were not here?"
I laughed. I'm the only one who can see and hear you. The rest does not matter.
"What is it?" Eloisa asked.
"Nothing," I replied.
I took the paper in his hands and looked at the clock after 14:00. My mother would be working for sure.
_ I go to the police station_ I told everyone_ Maria will stay here with the guy that we do not know the name and you Eloisa ...
I'm going to search the net, she interrupted me. I think I've seen this guy before.
_ It's fine with me.
I undressed my coat and was already at the door when I remembered.
_ Do not frighten the girl, Maria. I'm serious.
"Who do you think I am?" He asked, but I noticed a light air of mischief on his face.
_ That, do not involve me today. We have work to do.òÀÝ Eloisa didnòÀÙt look too brave to say that.
I looked at everyone in the living room, Maria lying on the carefree couch. Eloisa at her desk and the face on the other couch still with her eyes on me.
_ Good luck!
The Seattle police station was what I like to think, my second home. For good and evil. In my case they always took me to this place, in search of clue and information.
Some people greeted me as I passed them. My goal was a back room where my mother Jenn and her partner Bob worked by dividing a room.
The door was open, I heard voices inside, and I wondered if I could enter. Mom was on the phone. Apparently talking to one of your informants. Lifting her eyes, she saw me and smiled.
"I do not have time for this now, I'm going to hang up ..." she rolled her eyes and became angry. "That's just rumors call me if you have something concrete to tell me." See you.
She got up from her desk and came to hug me. His arms wrapped around me in an affectionate grip.
"It's so good to see you, my dear.
"We met last week.
She looked me up and down, running her hands through my hair.
_ Wow, a week? So long!
I laughed. _ Clear.
"So?" He asked with a sideways smile, "because he's here, if not to see me."
She always knew, though it was easy enough to know. After all, most of the time I only showed up when I needed something .... God I'm horrible.
_ Here_ I showed the drawing_ do you know this guy?
Looking closely at the drawing Eloisa made. For a minute she did not seem to recognize him, but then she recognized him. And there were two of them.
_ Daniel and Victor Santos.
_ Who are they? Are they famous?
She went to her desk and opened Google by typing Daniel and Victor Santos opened opened the first site. A kind of biography.
_ Daniel and Victor Santos. Identical twins. 28 years. Children of Patrícia and Fernando Santos. Daniel followed in the footsteps of his father and graduated in civil engineering, today took over the company of his father the construction company Santos. Victor is a doctor at the X hospital and is well known in his field.
What would it be
_ He is a cardiovascular surgeon.
Opening a picture of the two of them together I could see that they really did look the same. The same dark brown eyes. Dark hair cut many short. Although his physical traits are very similar, Daniel was bigger and more muscular than the brother.
_ Then?
I stopped looking at the photo of Daniel and looked at my mother, she had a small smile on the face of who knows about things.
"So what?" I asked, annoyed.
- Which one died?
_ Victor. I think.
She stopped smiling.
_ You think? Since when do you find the thing? The normal thing is to be sure.
_ Well things are a little different from what they did.
_ Different how?
Bob burst into the room before I could respond.
_ We have a case. A big case _ dumped on the table files and papers_ It looks like we have a Serial Keller on the streets of Seattle.
The excitement of this guy with that fact should be illegal. Bob liked action, he said it made him feel alive. He was a 48-year-old man, tall with solid muscles under the ugly coat he wore.
"Show me." Jenn got up and went to look at the data on the table. Bob finally seemed to notice me.
"Hey, girl, what are you doing here?" He asked me with an excited smile.
_ Looking for someone_ replied with a shrug_ But I have already found.
"That's good," he told me.
I approached the table trying to see. Jenn and Bob never stopped me from looking at their cases, because of the things I only saw. I always helped them when they needed me.
"They're all 28-year-old men." My mother looked surprised. "Look at this, Sabrina.
Bob and my mother passed the six-man photos so I could look. Looking at their faces, they looked familiar. I returned to my mother's desk and put the pictures together near monitor and looked again at the photos with Daniel and Victor.
_ They are alike_ I raised my eyes to them_ They are all alike, look.
The two came up behind me looking at the pictures and my mother swore loudly.
What the fuck.
Now we were going somewhere.
_ First let's start with what we have_ my mother started_ Bob you get these six men, take some of the men with you and look for them. Their lives, professions, Hobbies, I want to know everything about them.
_ Okay and you?
Sabrina and I are going to research the Santos family and find out more about them.
_ The killer must be the same person_ interrupted_ as they died?
Bob fiddled with some papers. Picking up some read aloud.
_ Multiple stabs. They fixed some veins and internal vital organs.
"So all the bodies were recovered?"
"Yes. The bodies of the six men are in the morgue being examined by the coroner.
My mother and I are looking at each other thinking the same thing.
_ And Victor Santos? _ We asked together.
He looked again at the papers, searching, but he shook his head.
_ There is nothing here about this Victor. None of the bodies in the morgue are called Victor.
So his body has not yet been found, I thought. But who was the first? Who of these men died first?
"What was the first death?" My mother asked. Sometimes it felt like she could read my mind, it was scary.
_ Jorge Thomas, 28 years married without children. He died Monday night when he came home from work.
"So where does Victor fit in?" My mother asked.
For a minute I did not answer, I did not know either. But he had the feeling that he had been the first.
"Maybe they should go where he works," Bob suggested.
"Yeah, maybe I should." Jenn agreed with the suggestion.
_ Anyway, I'm already going. Bob hurried to get some documents on the table and getting ready to leave. I have a lot to do.
We say goodbye to him.
"What do you want to do first?" I asked her.
_ Let's go to hospital X.
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