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by your mother, perhaps responding to a appalling scream of her, and he was surprised by the
murderer strike at the door. Once he peered, he received the strike that, according to the
forensic, produced him the death in the act. There Jorge Luna found him and ran with his
bicycle to the Commissariat to search for help, while he warned to the rest of the operators that
arrived to not approach to the property. Ms. Beatriz was found by us, next to the winepress.
Presumibly from there your father called him, before being murdered, and we believe that she
was taken out with deceits: were some minutes past 0:00 hrs when the crime occurred,
improper hour to go out voluntarily at the exterior of the house in people accustomed to wake
up at 5 in the morning. Of course it is all about conjectures. Until no more elements be
reunited, and the results of the expertises, we are not able to evaluate the facts very precisely –
He interrupted himself, as every professional cop do when don’t want to compromise his
opinion.
I encouraged the Commisar to continue with the description of what occurred, while the
ham slices and the coups of Chablis circulated.
–Forgive me God; you ask me this and I will have to respond you crudely, Arturo. The
madman, who seized from your mother, dragged her until the winepress, perhaps gagged, and
from there he permitted her to scream to attract Mr. Siegnagel to the trap that his accomplice
tended him. Once your father was dead, both gathered to kill Ms. Beatriz. You’ll wonder how I
can be so sure? Well because, as the forensic medic deducted, to kill in that way four
hands are necessary; i.e., two to subject the victim and two to practice so perfect gash
from ear to ear. For hands would have not been necessary if the victim was unconscious, but
this is not the case, becausenone hit on the head or signs of narcotics were found –We must
wait for the analysis to be secure– and, the most concrete, there are footprints, which reveal
the existence of a desperate resistance until exhale the last breath.
I felt as fainting, that all turned around me, that the nausea gained my stomach, the
throat… I hesitated in the chair, about to vomit.
–Drink a coup, Arturo! Come on, drink! You need it! –The Commisar insisted, giving me
the coup filled with white wine.
I drank it in one drink; and with faith that I never felt so good one of our strains.
–It was previsible that you would decompose, it was to much hideous and repugnant
what has happened this night in your house. Are yo sure that you want to know it all now? You
could rest some hours and know it later, when you be more calm.
–No! No! Please, Commisar! –I begged–. It has been just am ephemeral dizziness. Tell me
everything now, the sooner the better.
–And here comes the worst, Arturo: Ms. Beatriz was fastened in such manner, that at
being beheaded, the murderers achieved that the blood fell enterily in the winepress; until the
last gout!
The Commisar was looking us perplexed. He wanted to surprise us with that macabre
event but we didn’t change our countenances, because we imagined the Ritual maneuvers of
Bera and Birsha and we discounted that its objective would be to use the precious Pure Blood of
the von Sübermann to try to exterminate the entire Lineage, as they did in the XIII century
with the House of Tharsis.
–On the other hand –said the Commisar– I’d like you to explain me something that
intrigued us all.

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