Immediately my mind projected dozens of images in which Athos was murdered, right there in front of me, by another hired gun, who was watching us through the porch and my stomach twisted with terror, when he headed towards the door, where he had left. the noise.
— Please, do not go — I asked and got up out of breath, with the sheet wrapped around my body, hiding my nakedness.
- Stay here. I need to see who it is.
- No. You are unarmed. It could be dangerous.
Ignoring my words, Athos opened the balcony door and walked through the small space, overlooking the front yard, looking all around carefully and I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized that there was no one there.
“Must have been a cat,” I said, joining him.
“There are no cats here. There was someone on that porch and he cou
