Flashback: three months ago, Huesca.
The last rays of sun fall fast approaching the eaves, two figures dressed in black suit down a car and head for the door. You stop in front and talks to another looking for the keys.
"Well, we're told were not you?
"That told us the Pope's co-worker, that the poisoning were killed while they slept.
- that's something no?
-guess ... I do not fear death, fear the idea of it in most good.
"I never thought that way ... What shall we do with the house?
- Sell it? "Come to us one of the two to live? will have to wait first reading of the will.
"True ... I think they prefer to sell it, I would do weird sleeping in the room where they died.
- why?
"You know ... the fact that someone died there ... I feel bad feeling, just that.
"It was not gruesome, death is in the order of things. And anyway, are not times to go around selling houses because.
"You got that right.
"Well we go in or what?
"Yes, better ...
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