“A woman offered to help us write Ronald’s book, but on the condition that we don’t ask questions and keep it a secret,” the tallest said.
“Did she say ‘Ronald’?” asked the shorter.
“Yes.”
“Who is she?”
“Don’t know. She approached me on the street as I was leaving the gym. I’ve never seen her before.”
“Why trust her?” asked the shorter.
“It’s a good question, but something tells me we can trust her,” the tallest answered and added, “I can’t forget the look on her face. It seemed like a matter of life or death. She will contact me in a couple of days to let her know if we accept its help or not. What do you say, do we take the risk?”
“How did she know about the book?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m sure Ronald told her!”
“I don’t think so, he knew it was dangerous. The last thing he told me was that he had discovered something horrible and that he was being followed. He made me swear that if he died, we had to write it down,” said the tallest.
The shorter one’s eyes widened and he put his hands on his head.
“Horrible? did he use that word?”
“Yes.”
“What are we facing, Manuel?” the shorter asked, pressing his lips together.
“Don’t tell me more Manuel. The other condition she set is that we can’t use our real names to do this work. So, from now on, call me Ricardo,” said the tallest one, and from now on we will call him Ricardo.
“Why use another name?” asked the shorter one.
“She told me that the job was dangerous, especially for us who were so famous. They could record us with a directional microphone or listen to what we talk on our cell phones,” said Ricardo, the tallest one.
“Okay, then don’t call me Diego, call me Arturo,” said the shorter one, who from now on we’ll call him Arturo. Then he added, “It’s so unfortunate that he died. How I admired that young man! Did Ronald tell you that he had discovered something horrible?” Arturo asked.
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