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him. He agreed with lots of questions and then he said farewell with a kiss. The cellphone remained off line, but the printed image of the business card stood in his hands. He was still wet after the bath with Gaultier perfumed gel. The cellphone rang and in the 4D display, it was written “R.Wagner”. Roberta was calling him. Rafael picked up the phone:
— Hello, Roberta, how are you?
— I’m fine, and you Mr. Sterling?
— Fine, thanks. You know… I kept all night around your computers with Renato and we found some nice things. Not only did we manage to increase the definition of the images, but also we managed as well to highlight the details in one of them, one in which several individuals are close to a newsstand. I discovered the data about one of them, a Francisco Madsen of some sorts. All thanks to augmenting his business card. And it is a fact that the photos were shot in 2002, too. In other words, our boys exist, they leave traces behind and, above all, they are still probably in the active. — Rafael added, smiling.
— Awesome! And what else?? —asked Roberta with an impressive intonation.
— This means that there must be estate records or services performed by companies, at least from this Mr.Madsen. Anyway, judging from the date of the premiere of a movie that shows up on the newsstand on the photos, our boys are still working on.
— It is possible but why are you so sure? —Roberta returned the question and scratched the back of her head with a pen.
— Because they would not be just planning something only until January 2002. In my opinion, they are still on duty.
— Is that so? — Roberta asked, making a doubtful facial expression as she wrinkled her nose.
— Believe me. I have a hunch. — Rafael was brief but determined.
— Ok. — Roberta accepted it, she was happy. She also knew it was not useful to go against him on this matter. After all, he was really getting soaked in the research. Most likely, only him could disclose certain elements and consolidate arguments, regardless of what that could be.
— I just need to check this address.
— Ok, then. Please Rafael, you search for it online. I have many things to do here at the office. Later we could have a cup of coffee and make an incursion to the address you got from the photos. What do you say about it? — said the veteran journalist, with a nosy look.
— It seems fine for me.
— Well, then we could meet at 8:30 pm at the Black Label, it is a place close to the office of The Autonomous Zone.
— I will be there.
— Ciao! — replied Rafael, displaying a smile of joy, as if once in a lifetime women and success were in the same plate.
Since it was still early, Rafael turned the computer on and went online. He got in a search engine to find something more about this Francisco Madsen. He wrote it in every possible way only to find out anything special. Even though he was getting closer to the truth; there were times in which Rafael felt more accurately that things picked him up, not otherwise. To tell the truth with Roberta and Renato’s help he had turned some puzzles into something intelligible, in the meantime the Mary-go-round seemed to have a life of its own, and a distant one, by the way. However, for the time being there was something that Rafael could not reach, no matter how interesting the case was he still felt as if he was still outside the scenario of the Complete ones. There was something more missing… as for instance to attend a ritual, a ceremony, or a class of the Complete ones. This was highly unlikely to happen. Perhaps the Complete ones were not even in the active anymore… but… there was always a “but”.
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