"Flávio"

I slammed the door, finished loading my bags into the police car, and left for the airport. Bonfim, beside me, found it all amusing. I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Sabrina behind me huffed and puffed.

"Flávio, this is outrageous." Sabrina kept complaining, shifting back and forth in the seat, it was irritating.

"Girl, don't rub yourself against this seat so much. Last night, this police car transported a fugitive who was hiding in the woods, and he hasn't had time to wash up yet. He was in a terrible situation," Bonfim said, and I looked at him, knowing he was making up a story to provoke Sabrina.

"Oh, was that the police car they transported Remela in?" I asked, making up a random name and playing along with Bonfim. That would be fun.

"Yes, it was." And he hadn't bathed in a month, hiding in the woods, rummaging through trash cans. I heard they had to shave his head and force him to shave off all his body hair. Bonfim said, and I saw Sabrina looking scared in the