"But you, Mr. Pujol, are a wretch, a nobody, you always have been and always will be! And besides, you"re a coward, come here, come closer."
"When I saw Bernabé stand up, I assure you I felt like shouting:
""No!"
"Pujol approached with his arm raised to protect his face, but Oscar was quicker than him, and his hand fell flat on the accountant"s cheek.
"The slap was for taking me for such an i***t! I could turn you over to the police, but I"m not interested. You"re going to cross that door for the last time, take your things and leave immediately! You"re a worm, Mr. Pujol, and what"s worse, you"re an i***t!"
Cricket paused for a moment.
"And he left?"
"What else could he do? He even forgot one of his lenses in the drawer and never came to get it."
"Have you heard anything else from
