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that she and his father were outside trying to take care of everything. The three of them were a team, with him on the inside of a prison but they were out there fighting for him. He should never strike in anger, no matter what the provocation was, and there would be provocations. He should resist being confined like he resisted the cold at home. She seemed like his father speaking.
                  But she also told him that he had to survive inwardly and come out of that world just like he’d entered it, like swans that don’t get wet when they go into the water. How different her hopeful Catholic faith was from his father’s conflictual view of the world... Could it be because to her, life asked for a freshly seasoned meal, while he was obliged to partake in that intrepid combat against fires that no one knew who set, but where it was easy to identify who made money from them?
                  His mother reminded him of small things from his childhood. Lucas heard, finally, that he was going to receive a visit from a trustworthy, very good lawyer. He should do what the lawyer said. The five minutes were up and the guard didn’t want any more hugs. It’s just as well that Joana had broken up with him. What would she and her new friends at the university think? They surely would be aware of the accusations against him.
                  A few hours later he had another visit. It was the lawyer. Lucas didn’t like him. He was elderly, and Lucas couldn’t tell whether he believed his version or not. He had to repeat it several times, enumerating the details. Since he had a photographic memory, it was easy for him to remember everything at the tip of his tongue, but the lawyer wasn’t really pleased with all of that precision. “Your narrative is very perfect, almost superhuman,” he said, as if praising him, but his expression let it slip that he liked less perfection even better.
                  He left Lucas a card with his telephone number and advised him to never say anything without him present. He repeated that advice in the tone of an order. No matter what happened, he should just declare, “I will only speak in the presence of my lawyer.” The police did not actually have any real authority to negotiate,” the legal expert said .  “Everything they offer you is an illusion. A bullet to the back of the neck as legitimate self-defense, for example, what kind of offer is that?” Silence was the best word. Finally, he should avoid problems with other prisoners and should be as cordial as possible to the officials. His prison record had to stay clean.
                  One of the things that irritated him was that his lawyer insisted he was much smaller than Quiroga and the other had a club; both were trained to fight. How had he managed to knock him down? David had knocked down Goliath, for sure, conceded his counsel paternally. “But in this rare case, David was armed with a sling and shot Goliath from a distance.” What the hell kind of word to describe using a sling. Shot.

Chapter 4
    The Witness
     
    That night, he slept better and even ate with an appetite. In truth, it wasn’t hard for him to adapt to the Spartan routine in that place. In the morning, they told him to fix himself up since it was a special day. They gave him clothes his mother had left. His favorite jeans, a Gant shirt, a watch, and new loafers. Articles for personal hygiene, including cologne, hair gel and a new toothbrush. Lately, she had been changing his toothbrush frequently. He needed to ask her why. Despite barely having a beard, he decided to shave just so he could use the aftershave. The odor of the aftershave and cologne went well together. He had the nose of a bloodhound and the night vision of an owl, he often thought to himself. They came to get him and gave him his belt. He breathed in deeply. He didn’t know who he was going to meet, but he felt ready for