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IT WAS ALMOST MIDMORNING WHEN WE REACHED PASEO DE LA BONANOVA, wrapped in our own thoughts. I had little doubt that Fermín's were largely devoted to the sinister appearance of Inspector Fumero in the story. I glanced over at him and noticed that he seemed consumed by anxiety. A veil of dark-red clouds bled across the sky, punctured by splinters of light the color of fallen leaves.
"If we don't hurry, we're going to get caught in a downpour," I said.