Chapter 20
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Leonel Sullivan did not fail to notice his parents' effusive joy as he and his sister silently shared lunch. His father, cold, self-controlled and impersonal, manifested a joy he had not seen in years. His sister mechanically kept silent as she ate, his mother reminisced about their visit to London last year. And the city was at its best, now without the ruins of war.
He finished eating and went out to the front of his mansion. Everything was the same as usual. He saw the road and decided to take a ride in his luxurious convertible sports car.
Stupefied, he contemplated the commotion in the farmhouse. The news had spread like wildfire. It came from the sugar cane plantation. The Brazilian workers had commented that the police had reported a dead brunette girl found in the mining town 45 kms from the village. A pretty brunette.
He went to the Stevenson's farm. They were rivals of his father and did not get along. Worse yet. His sister and the youngest Stevenson son had taken liberties, sharing a chocolate cake at Rostov Spread's birthday. Worse than worse. He saw the commotion and pulled back. A growing feeling of choking and a punch in the pit of his stomach made him panic.
--They had found her...They had found her in another town....
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Both, armed with a pair of very cold Emu Coldies, were chatting. The other night had been another night. At some point they would repeat it.
--I've been looking for you in town during the day,-- Zacharias told her. He found her prettier and prettier. There was an age difference. But it was fixable. The important thing was that after all, they were both Hispanic Americans .
--Hey. There's something called a break. --she clarified.
--Do you sleep during the day?
--What else is there to do in 45-degree heat in the outback?
--It's just that a young woman was found murdered.
--Something I heard in the bar.
--These guys. Apart from drinking like animals. What are they like?
--Our Hoon? Just drinking and singing. That's why the police don't even bother. They'll have to look elsewhere, --she said with a descriptive glance. ----.
--How do you know it was a sexy black hottie girl ?
--What's Bugs forif not to announce everything,--the woman said, staring at him with her big, beautiful eyes.
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The Land Rover braked brutally, raising a cloud of dust. Without having stopped completely, Policeman Glenn descended, armed with his shotgun, kicked the door and entered Clergyman Campbell's house.
--Leave my father alone. Don't be merciless with him, the devil has arrived---another hysterical scream broke out among the girls. Then they knelt in line and began to say psalms and prayers.
Clergyman Campbell went out to meet the man and the man grabbed him brutally by the throat, hitting the wall and pointing the c****d shotgun with the other.
--Tell me, you damned scum, where have you been? Don't come talking to me about sins. We all know you're a f*****g sadist and soon the Alice Spring court will order me to come and save your daughters. We'll give them medical exams and we'll see. For now, I think you've gone too far.
--The servant of Rome, the servant of the w***e and son of the king of the worms can't stand against the son of the lord.
--Shut up, blasphemer. We already know what you did. And I hope you have a good alibi, because a gallow awaits you in Melbourne ,-- spelled out to him, speaking very close to his face.
--You can accuse me of anything you want. My faith will save me. Everything I do I do in the name of my father Jesus Christ-- the man answered chokingly, beginning to mutter prayers.
The man slammed him brutally against the wall, causing the presbyter to collapse to the floor.
--Listen to me, Stephen Campbell, you drunken bastard. You can't leave this town. You're going to have to go to the police station. I want to know where you've been for the last few days. I don't want your daughters as witnesses, so deceitful and covering up everything you do…
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