Chapter 156 —He shouted powerfully

Narrator:

A few hours later, late in the morning, Gabriel Márquez sent his nephew to the penitentiary. He brought with him an impeccable suit bag, polished shoes, a dark tie, and a sealed order: Roman Adler was to be transferred to the wake of his deceased wife. Everything was arranged. Quickly, discreetly, without the press, without scandal.

The guards took him out of his cell without rushing. There were no shackles, no pushing. No one hurried him. No one dared to disrespect him. They knew exactly who he was.

Roman entered the private bathroom, where two guards stood at the door, guarding him but giving him privacy. He calmly removed his prison clothes, step by step, and let the shower water run over him. There was no rush in his movements. He knew that when he came out, everything he did would matter.

When he looked in the mirror, his hair wet, without the shadow of fatigue he had carried hours earlier, he knew that the Devil had returned.

The suit,