The Inducer. Ruthy Garcia
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Название: The Inducer
Автор: Ruthy Garcia
Издательство: Tektime S.r.l.s.
Жанр: Зарубежные детективы
isbn: 9788873048756
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- Drugs? Officer Fatima's eyes were like two fried eggs. I was fascinated by that debutante confession.
- No, it wasn't drugs. It was his personal tablet.
-I see.
- Yes, a discovery that marked an ante and an aftermath in the life of this woman who is here. She gets up by throwing her cigarette butt on the floor. The officer looks at her with this bad habit, but her enchantment only allows her to ask for more information with her huge black eyes.
- I found a series of normal files for a kid his age: games, music and... chat. In that chat room I had a very pleasant and strange conversation with a person. I looked for old messages and found it. That guy was inducing Ismat to use cocaine. He even deliberately wrote to him that he would give him free to try, that it was nothing, to do it together. Yaro told me when I arrived that Ismat had had a sudden change in behaviour in the last six months before he died. He became uncontrollable.
He would go out at night, arriving late, in fact, as a result of addiction.
- And what does all this have to do with the missing boy?
- A lot. Both are lost now, one confirmed, the other we don't know yet.
The officer gets angry. She hates that sadistic way of talking about the kid. He was practically her son, she was her stepmother for a while.
- It's cruel. I hope all this will lead to something good.
- You'll understand, you'll see.
- It is time for me to know step by step the truth, my reasons and motives, my feelings. To detest, hate, punish loses meaning in some abysses of revenge. There is something beyond it, but you have to live that to understand it. I used to judge people when they commit crimes, I used to question them, but now that has taken a back seat, it is not relevant, because it is my skin that is experiencing the harassment and accusation of an entire nation, and why not also say, of the whole world.
Revenge, personal satisfaction
Batman
CHAPTER III
IN TO
Entering Ismat's life as an unknown teenager was traumatic. The data I had to know as his mother left me with a huge empty taste. Knowing that I was incompetent, cowardly and most of all stupid for letting my family go to an unknown place that killed me. I should never have taken the key and gone in there, although as the days went by I was plunged into discoveries about my Ismat's life with Yaro, his father, I was brought to immense strength for bringing down the man responsible for this event. It should be noted that Yaro was also a victim; had Ismat not died after the overdose, he might have been alive.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Officer Fatima. My real name is Yeri Mariga and this is my story.
A TIME AGO
YARO AND ISMAT DEPARTMENT IN NEW YORK
Yeri was trying to repair her heart from the pain she felt when she put Ismat's clothes in the drawers. Though she had been crying for hours, her thirst for tears was not quenched.
That's when she finds the kid's tablet and tries to turn it on, but it's dead. She grabs the charger and puts it on a charge.
In the top drawer of that mahogany-coloured bureaucrat there are also photos of Ismat with a girl, no more than seventeen years old, tattooed on her arm and looking like she is not sleeping. They both looked smiling, but their glasses in their hands said they had had too much to drink.
Staring at the photo, she is transported to the moment when she says goodbye to Ismat for a long time. It's when she gets scared with a voice that surprises her.
- Sniffing around?
- By God, Munga, you scared the hell out of me!
- I was tired of waiting. The waitress at the coffee shop on the corner looked at me suspiciously. Maybe he thought I wouldn't pay the bill. Gosh, I've been on that coffee for almost three hours.
- Maybe you were mistaken for a terrorist or something.
- Ha, ha, ha, ha! I don't think so. If they didn't stop you at the airport, they wouldn't stop me.
They looked at each other, smiled, tried to lead a normal life, but it was impossible. The recent death of two such loved ones was insurmountable.
Munga lands on Yeri, hugs her and they start to cry.
- Isn't it unfair this world to take two children of two mothers who only hope to love them for the rest of their lives? I'm devastated. Munga cries on Yeri's shoulder and vice versa.
- You had them with you, at least you have that comfort. You lived many happy days at his side; I, on the other hand, missed the best part.
Munga separates and wipes away Yeri's tears, taking the picture from her hands.
- She was his best friend, Pons. They'd go everywhere together, chat for hours. One day he confessed to me that he liked the girl, but that he was afraid, he didn't want her to reject him, so they were always friends.
- Except for the night of the photo and the clothes she's wearing, she looks beautiful.
- She's beautiful, isn't she? That picture was the night Pons was celebrating his trip to Paris. I'd go into a dance school. She's an excellent dancer. The photo should be a while ago. If you want to see the real Pons, enter the social networks: she is one of the most acclaimed young urban dance talents on the web.
- Oh, boy! I'm happy for her.
- When she heard about Ismat and Yaro, she called from Paris. She told me she was too sorry, she cried a lot.
I hope that my son has experienced happy moments in his friendship with her, which gives me some satisfaction.
- That's for sure, Yeri. They went out all the time and I enjoyed it. Ismat was a healthy young man at the time.
- What about her dark circles under her eyes?
- It's normal, Yeri. They had fun, all the young people do it.
- With alcohol? No, Munga, that's not investment for a young man, it's not.
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