Chapter 3
"Have you ever heard the name Bluthund? *" asked Dennis in a supposedly casual tone, as he came back from the kitchen with a steaming coffee pot.
*cf. "Runas de Sangre", by the same author.
"Not ever." Selma and Martín answered in unison. The latter closed his mouth allowing the young woman to continue speaking, in an attitude that would repeat itself over time.
"Should we have heard?" Asked the girl.
"Not really." The homeowner's response was paradoxical. "In fact, I am relieved to know that the secret is well guarded."
At that moment the door of the apartment opened and Deborah entered with a package of cookies that she had bought at a nearby store. After that she set to listen to the conversation, refraining from making any comments. Once Debbie had sat down at the table
