Chapter 13.

I want it for myself.

He left the window closed and walked as if nothing had happened across the roofs of other houses until he climbed down the tree he had climbed.

After that there was nothing more… he made a couple of calls to other members of the organization who picked him up, and then David said to Dominic: so you want me to make a replica of this key mold, to which the other man replied: that is exactly what I want, for you to make a copy of the key to that house.

David asked. ¿Have you lost your mind? You know how dangerous it was for you to go back to that place, ¿don't you know that there is an officer staying in one of those houses? Because he is going to try to catch you...

Is your brain not working anymore, and ¿are you completely mentally damaged to screw you over like that? Please tell me that you haven't left fingerprints in the place, to which Dominic uncovered his hands, and indeed, there were black gloves covering his hands, showing that that hadn't happened, so David said: it's a relief that you did something right, but I'll tell you one thing: I'm going to make this copy of your key, but avoid going back to that place unless the Chief orders you to.

Right now we can't let our emotions dictate our behavior, you're not a rookie, remember that, so Dominic told him: I know what you mean, I've made sure that there's no trace of my walk around here...

Nobody has seen me, nobody knows my face, so I'm just a pedestrian who has walked to get to another place through that street, I already have what I wanted, so shut your mouth and drive, I don't want to hear your cheap insults, I've had enough of them for the last 15 years, if I hear you reprimand me in any way again I'm going to shoot you in the head.

David let out a laugh and said: as in the old days you have left more than one mark on my body, I have a shot that you gave me 5 years ago in the arm and a stray bullet of yours grazed my calf directly 10 years ago, the fact that you want to shoot me in the head is already like a sign of love on your part: and then Dominic answered him: on the third shot I will ask you to marry me and that's it.

The pair of friends had a very peculiar sense of humor, they liked to joke about each other's complaints, it was something funny, but it has also been the way in which their friendship had endured in this type of criminal organizations where normally there is always a kid, a thousand abnormals, infiltrated enemies, witches and toads, who for a gram of gold are capable of selling even their own family... loyalty in this type of situation is scarce, almost as much as the cash that comes to a family that built its house on sand.