— WHAT? — the lawyer asked histrionically, not caring about the curious looks of the people dining at the nearby tables.
— Very well... — he prolonged the vowels and asked, surprised, — you were at the crime scene and didn't tell the police?" Geovanna made a quick gesture with her hand, indicating that he should lower his voice. And then she approached him to whisper confidentially:
— I recognize that it was a mistake, I'm sorry. That's why I'm telling you now. I need your advice. — In a reflexive act, she adjusted her bra strap.
Nicolas Colmenares took a deep breath, embarrassed. After an uncomfortable silence, his voice betrayed a certain harshness:
— Then it would be better if you told me everything you know, from the beginning." — Okay, I'll do it, but remember that you're under the confidentiality agreement that exists between lawyer and client...
After the agreement was made, Geovanna told him everything she knew and also what she was planning to do: searching for the criminals and handing them over to the police had become a genuine and personal revenge. It was also a way of ensuring her own safety.
At that moment, Nicolas's professional advice was not in the best interests of his friend. As a lawyer, he continued to think that telling the police everything would avoid major problems, even if it meant facing a judge for trying to hinder the investigation. He even remembered that they might believe she was an accomplice to the murder if she didn't tell the truth.
Finally, he gave up, realizing how stubborn she was when she made up her mind about something. His last resort was to ask her not to continue investigating, to take a vacation and leave Spain, to somewhere far away, on the other side of the Atlantic, and to forget about the matter. However, all he got from her was a promise to think deeply before making a decision that would implicate her even more in that terrible crime.
With a sad look on his face, the lawyer paid the bill and they both returned to the office, since Monroe had left some documents there that she would have to keep at home. As soon as they arrived, Nicolas suggested that she go upstairs alone, saying that he would wait for her downstairs so that they could have a few drinks at a bar in the city center.
Then, after making sure that Geovanna had already entered the elevator, the lawyer took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket. He took out his wallet and took out a business card.
Then, he pressed the numbers printed on the bottom right side of the blue card.
— Hello...? I'm Nicolas Colmenares. I want you to pay attention to my words...