“What?!” they chorused.
The faces of everyone in the room turned pale, like slices of r****h soaked in vinegar. Perez stood from his chair, slamming both palms on the surface of the table.
“Seriously? What’s their deal with that old oak tree?” His nostrils were flaring like that of a furious dragon, ready to incinerate anyone who approached it.
“Gomez. Bartolome. Go to the area, and NEVER allow anyone to tamper the scene. Are we clear?”
“Yes, sir,” the officers chorused, saluted, and went out together with the one who gave them the report.
Perez took a deep breath before sitting back in his chair. He closed his eyes to calm himself, then asked Trisha to proceed with her report.
“What killed Olga was the venom from a pit viper, specifically that of a Wagler’s pit viper. She was bitten
