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\u201cExcuse me for insisting, but a good detective doesn\u2019t give up so easily.\u201d \u201cMy boy, I\u2019m very sorry to tell you we have nothing more to discuss.\u201d He picked up a bell from a little table by his rocker and shook it. He was obviously annoyed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI disagree. I have something I think will interest you.\u201d El\u00edas held out his phone with the photo he\u2019d snapped before leaving the bishop\u2019s file room. The gatekeeper came in with a fierce frown. \u201cYou must not upset His Excellency the Bishop. He is extremely old\u2014\u201d The bishop studied the image and raised a hand. \u201cWait,\u201d he commanded. \u201cI\u2019ll call you in a moment.\u201d She gave El\u00edas an angry look and left again. This time, she left the door propped open.<\/p>\n

The bishop gestured at the photo. \u201cThis proves nothing.\u201d \u201cIt establishes that your predecessor gave instructions for the return of the cross to the City of Caravaca very shortly before he died. Then, when you took charge, his order was filed away and never carried out.\u201d \u201cI was not aware of any such directive. There are always some things left pending when there\u2019s a change of command. Files are misplaced.<\/p>\n

You know that\u2019s nothing out of the ordinary.\u201d The old man looked away, reflecting. \u201cI suppose it\u2019s possible someone might have hidden it from me to keep the directive from being carried out.\u201d \u201cDo you know what I think? If that was the case, that person would simply have destroyed it.<\/p>\n

But suppose a new bishop took up his duties and countermanded the directive, over the objections of the diocesan administrator. Maybe that administrator would have hidden the original order in hopes that someday someone would find it and see to the restitution of the cross.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s a load of nonsense.\u201d \u201cBe careful what you say. My uncle knows all about this,\u201d El\u00edas lied.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd he\u2019s waiting to hear your version of events before he decides what to do.\u201d<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Text copyright \u00a9 2016 by Ana Ballabriga and David Zaplana Translation copyright \u00a9 2018 by Michael Meigs All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.<\/p>\n

Previously published as Ning\u00fan escoc\u00e9s verdadero via the Kindle Direct Publishing Platform in Spain in 2016. Translated from Spanish by Michael Meigs. First published in English by AmazonCrossing in 2018. Published by AmazonCrossing, Seattle www.apub.com Amazon, the Amazon logo, and AmazonCrossing are trademarks of Amazon.com, Inc., or its affiliates. ISBN-13: 9781503951792 ISBN-10: 1503951790 Cover design by PEPE nymi OceanofPDF.com For my father: the first of our novels he won\u2019t be able to read OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS START READING 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 AFTERWORD ACKNOWLEDGMENTS ABOUT THE AUTHORS ABOUT THE TRANSLATOR OceanofPDF.com Man, in his pride, created God in his image and likeness.<\/p>\n

\u2014Friedrich Nietzsche I trust those who seek the truth but distrust those who claim to have found it. \u2014Andr\u00e9 Gide OceanofPDF.com 1 She urged her horse across the hospital parking lot in the predawn light. She dismounted, her bare feet landing in something sticky, probably vomit, but she strode forward without a glance. The thin nightgown clung to her lushly rounded body. At the community meeting the previous day, everyone she loved had turned their backs on her.<\/p>\n

She hadn\u2019t slept a wink that night. Tired at last of thrashing about in the sheets, she\u2019d made a decision. She pushed open the main door and marched to the reception desk. The place stank of urine. People turned to stare. They whispered to one another, tittering at the sight of her\u2014at least, those who could did.<\/p>\n

One old man with a vacant gaze simply drooled. A young woman came limping out of the restroom. A man in a green robe was pushing a wheelchair in which there was a young boy covered in blood. \u201cYour health card,\u201d came a voice from behind the desk. She turned to look and saw only her own reflection in the safety glass. Her black hair was matted and wild, making her look as mad as she felt.<\/p>\n

\u201cI need your card.\u201d \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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