« I’ve come to collect the debt you owe my mother, » the girl told the mafia boss…
The girl stood in front of the iron gate of the man whom the whole city feared.
She had nothing with her except a soaking wet teddy bear and an address written on a piece of paper that the water had rendered almost illegible. She didn’t know who lived there. She only knew what her mother had repeated to her over and over, always in a low voice, as if the walls could hear.
If anything bad ever happens, look for this house. The man who lives there owes me a life.
The November rain fell mercilessly on Mexico City. The wind whipped through the trees of the Lomas neighborhood like an icy knife, and the yellow streetlights flickered on the wet pavement. Six-year-old Emilia Saldaña seemed too young for that night. Her curls were plastered to her forehead, her sneakers were soaked, and her arms were clutched to an old teddy bear with one eye.
He had walked for almost three hours.
Inside the guardhouse, a guard saw the image on the screen and straightened up immediately.
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