—That’s impossible.
—Open.
—That?
—Camera.
Camilo slowly denied.
—Doctor, the bodies are registered.
—I said open it.
With trembling hands, Camilo inserted the key.
The door opened with a screech.
The icy air shot out.
Inside were three bodies.
All three were covered with sheets.
Fonseca reviewed the labels.
One was a sixty-year-old man.
Another, a woman.
The third…
Fonseca stayed still.
The label said:
MARÍA INÉS DE LA CRUZ
AGE: 29 YEARS
ORIGIN: CONVENT OF SANTA CLARA
Camilo opened his eyes.
—But…
—Yeah.
—She is here.
They both looked towards the stretcher.
The nun’s body was still there.
Fonseca looked at the label again.
—So we have two.
Camilo swallowed.
—Two what?
Fonseca slowly lifted the sheet from the stored corpse.
The face was identical.
The same nose.
The same lips.
The same small scar over the eyebrow.
The same nun.
But there was something different.
The corpse inside the chamber had its eyes open.
And between his teeth was a small folded paper.
Fonseca took it.
Opened it.
There was only one phrase:
“DON’T TRUST MOTHER SUPERIOR.”
Camilo took a step back.
—We have to call the police.
Fonseca was about to respond.
Then the morgue phone started ringing.
Once.
Twice.
Three.
Fonseca picked up the receiver.
—Central Morgue.
On the other side no one spoke.
Only slow breathing could be heard.
—Who speaks?
Silence.
Then a woman’s voice whispered:
