“Of course I do.
Sergio tore the newspaper from his hands, broke it in half and threw it in his face.
The leaves fell on the grass.
A five-year-old girl started crying.
“Mom, why do you talk to him like that?”
The mother hugged her tight.
Don Manuel raised his hands a little more.
I’m not resisting.
Sergio pushed him with both hands.
Strong.
Don Manuel stumbled and hit his back against the bench.
The entire park let out a scream.
It was not a procedure.
It was abuse.
Then Inspector Ricardo Cruz, Sergio’s boss, appeared walking as if he already knew how it would all end.
Fifty and so many years.
Hard belly of power.
A man’s face used to no one contradicting him.
What’s going on here, Molina?
Sergio replied without hesitation:
“Suspicious individual. He’s not identified. He refuses to obey.
Don Manuel looked at the inspector.
