He stayed by the door and left his phone on the desk, as if he wanted to show me that he didn’t intend to do .s.anything that would scare me.
“First,” he said, “ Diego wasn’t just my employee.
I squeezed the photo in my hand.
Then who was it?
– My friend.
I laughed briefly, without any humor.
“My husband never mentioned you.
Victor came down the look.
“Because in the last year before he died, we were no longer friends.
He explained that they had known each other almost fifteen years before, when Victor was still trying to turn his father’s small construction company into a real company. Diego was one of the first people employed. He had no higher education, but he understood construction sites, people and technical issues better than many young engineers.
The photo was taken on their first important project.
Why did you fight?
Victor inspires deep.
Because of the construction site on which he died.
I felt my knees softened.
The version I had received had been simple: a building element had given way during a work. The initial investigation had established that there had been an accident at work. The company for which Diego worked had assumed legal obligations, and I, left alone with a one-year-old girl, had barely had the power to read the documents.
Tell me everything.
Victor pulled a folder from a drawer.
Don’t lie to me right away.
“Sofa, there are things I suspect and things I can prove. I don’t want to mix them.
That made me listen to him.
A few weeks before the accident, Diego had noticed inconsistencies between the materials listed in a subcontractor’s documents and what was actually arriving on the construction site. Some deliveries seemed weaker in quality than those provided in the project.
