A few days passed and Lucca returned. Bastien was drinking in the office as usual, since Kate left he hadn’t stopped drinking—

—Bastien.

—What’s going on?

—I found him.

—What?

—The proof that that son of a bitch is lying.

—What do you mean? —Lucca handed him a folder, inside were photos of a small boy no older than five years old—

—What is this?

—The brother of the man you tortured has leukemia; he was dying, but a week ago he was operated on and all the expenses were paid. He is recovering.

—A