The Kings of Crime

Chapter 59

Marcel knocked on the office door waiting for authorization to enter. He remained standing in front of the door for a few seconds until his uncle's deep voice said a loud “Come in!” Young Moraes turned the handle and entered the room, noticing that Cléia was also there, near the window polishing a pistol with a childish pink scarf. That scene was ironic, a child polishing a gun. Mário was sitting in the armchair behind the office desk, his aged face worried and his blue eyes distant in an old family portrait. Upon noticing Marcel, he gestured with his hands for his nephew to sit in the chair in front of him, Cléia looked at her cousin from the corner of her eyes without letting the disgust go unnoticed in her expression.

-Did you call me for any special reason, uncle?

-Yesterday I received a very important call. “Mário was thoughtful. He seemed to find himself in a real internal dilemma, but it was impossible to identify what was tormenting the former leader of the Moraes. “Rodrigues