2 days to the event

North

"Is there any progress? Some losses", an old hoarse voice in the car park warmed up. It was raining and thundering outside. Nevertheless, the figure stood in place without paying the slightest attention to the drops that hit his leather coat every now and then.

"No, Mr. Jeremy. Only what they do is to carry out a further investigation. No loss in spite of your murders. He answered the floor.

"Route! They have to pay for their guilt... So that they wouldn't throw me away then. I lost my family because of their insult! You know what they answered me when I said that I couldn't afford bread!

"No, please," answered the second voice quieter.

"We are not an ATM. I wouldn't have to do it if they didn't throw me away...". He answered Jeremy lightly with sadness.

"You don't have to do it. There are other ways...".

"He wants to destroy them with those who built them. I want to finish it. He answered Jeremy.

"I understand... But is it worth it? Twice their locks have been destroyed, is it not enough?

"Mr Pedro, do I have a second family? Second love," Jeremy shouted. Mr. Pedro only banged his head in the affirmative as a sign that he understood Jeremy's course of thought.

"Okay, we won't meet tomorrow, you have to make sure that nobody knows who's killing these bachoras, do you understand?" said Jeremy.

"That's right," answered Mr. Pedro, going into the darkness. Jeremy went to the other end of the car park, got into a pink convertible and left the car park.

A few hours later

2:00 p.m.

"You are already Pedro" asked Eduardo, his colleague, when he entered the observation room.

"He had just come. He avoided me, he has something to hide. Nico answered, looking at the cameras.

"We have to talk to him. said Eduardo, taking Nica with him. Soon they went to the main hall where, as always, there were many people who consumed their food. Suddenly, in the second corner of the room, Pedro passed by the wall. When he noticed his employers he immediately went to the next room. Both owners knotted to each other in a communicative manner with their heads and then went in the direction of Mr. Pedro. Nico followed the worker, while Eduardo was covering the back.

"Hello, Mr Pedro," said Nico when he entered the room.

"I am busy," Mr. Pedro answered without greeting each other. He wanted to go through the second room, but Eduardo entered the back door, blocking the only way to escape.

"Let's talk" joined Eduardo's conversation.

"If it's not my raise, I don't think we have anything to talk about," answered Pedro ruthlessly.

"Let's sit down," said Nico, showing his wing on the armchairs. It was a room for the staff. A few armchairs, a small buffet, a radio, a couch. A small room, but very well arranged.

"We don't have anything to talk about," repeated Pedro, but nobody listened to him anymore. Nico forcibly placed him on the armchair, and then the two owners sat down as well.

"We know that someone takes our costumes and uses them to kill...".

"I don't know anything about it", Mr Pedro abruptly interrupted.

"We have your fingerprints on the costumes...

"I don't know anything about it," Mr. Pedro interrupted.

"We have a tape from a conversation under the parking lot. You talked to someone tonight, we are going to send it to the police? This time he asked Eduardo. Mr. Pedro felt anxious at the moment, he knew that sooner or later everything would work out.

"This is Jeremy... You know which one" Mr. Pedro moaned unconsciously. Eduardo and Nico thought about the same thing.

"OK, you are free. said Eduardo. Mr. Pedro was surprised by the fact that he could simply leave and went away in the course of his duties. Eduardo wanted to take care of Blu's birthday, maybe it was his last birthday...

"We really do have such tapes," asked Nico, surprised.

Blef, my friend, Blef.