His voice no longer sounded like a helpless man.
It sounded like a door closing.
“When those fingerprints come out on screen, you’ll need a union representative and an excellent attorney.
Richard was shaken awkward.
“Molina, drive.
The radio sounded again.
—All units, federal link requests urgent contact with police station for possible priority…
Ricardo stretched his hand and lowered the volume to zero.
—Interference.
Sergio nodded.
Because young agents trust their bosses.
That was his second mistake.
They arrived at the police station eight minutes later.
Sergio pulled Don Manuel out of the car in one fell swoop.
He took him down the main hall, passing with other officers who barely looked.
For them it was routine.
One more detainee.
One more Saturday.
But Agent Marta Salas, on guard duty at reception, looked at Don Manuel’s face and felt something strange.
Not fear.
No anger.
Calm.
A calm too great for an unjustly handcuffed man.
