Chapter 102 Victor Yezca (3)

• He gestures for me to come closer without saying anything else. I follow him, with the gun hanging by my side. Jack leads me to the last room at the end of the third-floor hallway. It’s adorned in red, with a golden doorknob.
• “Is this it?” I ask. He shrugs. “It’s the only one we haven’t checked.”
• I turn towards the door, take a deep breath, and give it my best kick. It bursts open. I imagine Joaquín would have chosen the safest room for himself. I step through the broken door frame and enter the spacious and opulent bedroom. I quickly take note of the contents; a large canopy bed covered with a white mosquito net like a bridal veil. A mahogany desk, a tasteful armchair. A board overflowing with postcards. However, there doesn’t seem to be anyone inside. I catch a whiff of perfume. The bathroom door is ajar. In the sliver of mirror I can see from here, I notice a flash of movement. I cross the carpeted floor silently and gently, and push the door open. I take a step inside. My boots are bloodied. The rage of killing Doménico still courses through my veins. I feel good. Until I see her. Half-naked and trembling at the foot of the sink. She's curled up on herself as if she believes she can disappear if she tries hard enough. Dark hair cascading in waves over her golden skin. My first reaction is to laugh. Before me stands Doménico’s daughter, Bianca Gambino.