Demolition Before the Bloom

they approached her, she suddenly laughed.

Not nervous laughter.

Not panic.

A different kind of laughter.

The laughter of someone who knew something.

Something terrible.

She looked directly at Julian.

Then at me.

And smiled.

“You still don’t understand.”

The detectives grabbed her arms.

She didn’t resist.

Instead, she whispered:

“Ask Ricardo where Sofia is.”

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