Chapter 157 —An Annoying Bracelet

Narrator:

Two days after Miranda's funeral, the courtroom was filled with low murmurs and exchanged glances. The prosecutors whispered among themselves, casting harsh glances at Gabriel Márquez, who stood impeccably before the bench. At his side, Roman Adler looked as if he were at a business meeting: perfectly tailored dark suit, hands clasped behind his back, face inscrutable.

The judge leafed through the papers with a serious expression, tapping the desk gent