I suppose she discarded the higher-caliber weapon because it was easier to aim and fire at short distances with the pistol. Then she crouched and moved toward the trunk of a tree, crawling, moving away from us. She rose slowly, the weapon ready to fire, and in a clear, firm tone, asked the empty air:
“Who’s there? Identify yourselves! We can hear you!”
Silence was the only answer.
And it scared me more.
Because even I realized it wasn’t the same kind of silence as a few minutes ago.
I swear I don’t know how, I don’t know from where, I don’t know exactly what happened, but suddenly the gloom moved and Álvaro’s dark shadow burst out from between the trees at full speed.
I hugged André tighter, hid his canine face against my chest, and dropped with him, both of us bundled inside the hol
