Dalziel sat on the rattan chair on the balcony, his hand holding a glass of wine, very leisurely. After taking a sip, he said: “That’s right, he’s dead. The police just called to confirm. His body is still in the morgue and he told us to come and claim it.”

“That’s great. Our only obstacle is finally removed. What should we do next, son? Tell me.”

Nenito was so happy that she wanted to jump up and down and hurriedly asked again.

“Let’s continue with the ...