4.
Elisenda deployed daily on the table and read avidly. At first glance, looked like a girl of twenty, small, upturned nose, not too pretty. But it was much more. After a thorough search, we noticed a small story, just a couple of lines in the events section Correo Gallego:
"A man is found drowned on the beach of Covarrubias. It so happens that he was hanged and then thrown into the water. Police are investigating the grisly crime. "
Elisa sighed and smoothed her dress, gray, immaculately clean. That was not the only terrible fact that he had witnessed that city in the last hours. The newspapers had not yet had time to include it in the editions of the afternoon, but I knew where I was looking Elisenda: in the Swiss Hotel. He was a four-story facility, recently built. Very near the port, its beautiful Art Nouveau façade stood as a beacon in the competition, which had become a benchmark for travelers in the neighborhood.
Elisenda Ferrol had reached barely an hour before, unraveling the mystery component parts just now completed the Post article Gallego. Following his instinct, had walked to the Swiss Hotel and had met with the owner and some employees. For his jovial and inquisitive gesture, the tone of your questions, everyone had come to the conclusion that working for a newspaper. One of these liberated women are created they can do the work of a man. Of course, nobody took it too seriously, but that was an advantage: it looked so harmless it would cost to keep your mouth shut.
"You're not from here. "In Barcelona, \u200b\u200bperhaps? But it has been many years out do they? That I liked it. You do not have nearly accent. "The owner was a fat man and vicious, those who know more than anyone else around and in your face are painted an eternal grin" I knew that the death of my guest called the attention of the newspapers. It is surprising that a woman, and as young as you have so many responsibilities ... in order that from the start, those two gave me a bad feeling. English, a military stretched, always watching over his shoulder. Look! To me ... me looking over his shoulder. "He laughed. Suddenly, he stopped his laughter, aware that the matter had no grace, But I was surprised to kill his roommate. For many people here goes strange and not end up killing each other. I do not know if I understand.
- Do you know the name of the dead?
-Oscar you know. Was the one who requested the room. Everything was in his name.
- "And the name of your partner?
- Does the military? "The owner shrugged, not left his name and spoke to anyone. A drawing, as I've said. Do not think anyone of my staff know what it was called that bastard.
Elisenda not press the issue and said
"So sure was the soldier who killed his partner.
-surefire. If I had known would not have many doubts. Bad people. Believe me. Bad people.
One employee remembered something else:
-Returned at dawn, you know? It was the night they found the body of another man, the beach of Covarrubias. The drowned, go. I assume you have read The Courier. The man, remembering talking to a journalist, he blushed Go! You'll tell him! The fact is that although that was not known then ... already understood, what we learned in the morning ... Well, the fact is that came from nowhere on a donkey that night: he rented a donkey to cucumber, Serantes. It then many hours were discussed. No one knows what. They talked and talked, you know. Without stopping. We complained a couple of tenants but we did not do anything, the owner did not want to, you understand, because it paid well and because, well, you understand, we are here to make money.
She the young man tried to say something more, but he argued that he had a lot of work. That day was one less, and that, in a small family hotel, it showed.
- Can you imagine that Mario has left his job without warning?
- Mario?
"The concierge. Has left his post and has not failed or a note. And had worked in the hotel since it opened! Almost ten years! When you return, we'll see if the boss does not put right out in the street.
Swiss Hotel Elisa left before word spread of his presence and authority have decided to come up there to ask some questions that she, unlike their counterparts in the hotel, I would not know where to start responding. Why, if not actually working for any newspaper, was interested in that case? That would ask. And I could not say anything, much less the truth.
Truth.
What was the truth?: She was an apprentice priest voodooists? What did you just arrived in Spain a witch and was followed the trail? Sure would laugh until he lost consciousness. Witchcraft, voodoo priests and undead. Yes, undead, zombies, because she had also felt the presence of a zombie at that hotel. So I got there, following their trail. That was the truth.
No, the truth would not help.
Nothing could help. Because it was still too young and inexperienced to face the boccor . For now, could only watch, learn, y. .. a lucky find.
Especially now that's what I asked for Luases , the gods of voodoo, luck.
Elisenda and folded the paper up from the table to pay for their consumption.
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