Manolo’s gaze darted from the result in his hands to Julian, whose eyes, despite his flat-affected reaction, reflected sympathy for what happened to Felix.
“Don’t give me that look,” Manolo said, looking sideways to avert Julian’s stare. “He has never been kind to me, anyway. But I’m not saying he deserved what he did to himself.”
“If this weren’t a suicide case, I would’ve thought you might have the intention of killing him.”
He made it obvious that Manolo’s deliberate neglect of his sympathy annoyed him.
“My bad, but I really don’t feel sad at all. If there’s something I must feel, it’s bliss.”
“What? Are you a psycho?”
“Maybe, yes? Maybe, no?” he teased Julian, who was, by the time, covering Felix’s cadaver with the white blanket. “So, can you tell me what killed him?”
“He died o
