It was a crazy day, but really crazy. One of those that you couldn’t even imagine in your wildest dreams. Everything started normally: I got up at five o’clock in the morning, like almost every day, I put washing machines and dryers on, checked that the boilers were working properly and that no differential had tripped, checked that the water tanks were correct, let the dogs out to do their morning chores, checked emails, answered some messages and, of course, I drank several doses of coffee. I made a couple of biscuits for the guests who were going to have breakfast. All good, all in order.
The morning passed quietly, the customers were leaving little by little, except for one who was staying for a couple more nights. So I picked up the breakfasts, set the tables, and then went to take a shower. Everything followed a perfect script, without a hitch.
I had an appointment with the barber at 12:00, so I headed there. Leaving the house, everything seemed normal. But when I got to Báscara, on the side of the road, I saw something that caught my attention: a leather bag, too new to be just junk. I was intrigued. What do I do? Turn around? I don’t know, but I can’t get it out of my head. It was 11:55, I still had plenty of time. Come on, let’s… I turn around.
I return to the place where I saw her. There she was, waiting for me. I pull over to the side, look at both sides of the road (because you know, in these situations you always feel like you’re doing something wrong) and get out of the car. I pick her up and put her in the passenger seat. Well, that’s it. I start up and head for Aitor’s barbershop.
As I reach the intersection, wham! I run into a display of blue lights cutting the road in both directions. FUCK! I almost had a heart attack.
What do I do now? My head was going a mile a minute. I was looking at the bag and thinking: Shall I throw it away? I decide to move forward, put on my blinker and turn. Maybe I got away with it… But no. Just at that moment, a Mosso d’Esquadra stops me.
He approaches my window and says:
– Stop the engine.
– What engine? Yes, it’s electric.
– Well, stop it.
– Bon dia, please tell me agent.
– Where are you going?
– To the barbershop across the street, with Aitor.
– Where do you come from?
– From my home.
– Where do you live?
– In Parets d’Empordà, I have a rural house, Mas Torrencito.
– Oh, you’re the one with the Internet storytelling?
– YES YES YES! That’s the one.
– Come on, come in, come in… And you should know that my wife is a big fan of yours, she reads them every day.
– How cool! Well, tell him I’ll write about you tomorrow.
– Really?
– Sure, read it tomorrow!
The Mosso laughs, lets me pass, and I park in the parking space. The bag is still on the floor of the passenger seat. To hide it a bit, I take my jacket and put it on top. Of course, since I never lock the car and leave the keys inside, if I lock it, it’s too loud.
I arrive at the door of the barbershop as if nothing had happened. I stop to finish my cigarette, they greet me, everything is quiet…. Until suddenly, BOOM! Gunshots start ringing out.
– Miguel! -shouts Aitor, “Get inside!
– A milk! I watch!
While Aitor continued shouting from inside, I stood at the door of the barbershop, my heart pounding. Gunshots continued to ring out in the distance, and suddenly, a black car burst into the square. It sped past, skidding around the corner, kicking up dust and leaving a deafening noise behind it. Just a few seconds later, two more police cars, sirens blaring, entered the town like a storm.
The blue lights illuminated everything in their path as the cars chased the first one, zigzagging between the narrow streets. For an instant, the black car almost hit one of the tables on the terrace of a bar, but managed to dodge it at the last moment. The policemen were not far behind: their cars also skidded at every turn, raising small explosions of gravel and leaving a deafening echo that bounced between the houses of the town.
Neighbors began to come out of their windows, peering out with faces of disbelief. The whole town seemed paralyzed, except for me, who was still standing there, watching as if I was inside an action movie.
– Miguel, get inside at once! -Aitor shouted again, but I couldn’t take my eyes off what was happening. What the hell is going on here?
And as the cars were lost in one of the narrowest streets in town, a strange silence covered everything for a moment. But I knew it wasn’t over. Quite the contrary: it was about to get worse.
I looked back at my car. The bag was still there, hidden under my jacket. And at that moment, I understood that maybe… this all had something to do with me.
The cars kept skidding through the streets of the town, creating a chaos that looked like something out of a movie. The black car was trying to lose the two Mossos d’Esquadra cars, which were chasing it at full speed. Braking, screams and sirens could be heard, breaking the usual tranquility of the town.
I, meanwhile, stood at the door of the barbershop. Aitor kept shouting:
– Miguel, get inside!
But you know me, how could I miss this? No way.
The black car took too sharp a curve and lost control. In the blink of an eye, it overturned in the middle of a narrow alley, upside down. The Mossos didn’t take a second to surround it. They got out of their cars with guns in hand, shouting orders to the occupants of the overturned vehicle.
– Hands in sight! Get out of the car slowly!
The driver and passenger, disoriented and covered with small cuts, had no choice but to obey. One by one, they were dragged out of the car and handcuffed on the spot. It was a scene worthy of a thriller, and I, from the barbershop, watched the whole thing as if I were in the front row of a show.
When the tension began to calm down, Aitor came out of the barbershop and looked at me, laughing:
– What now, Miguel? Are you going to shave or do you want to continue as a spectator?
– Let’s get down to business, I’ve had enough action for today,” I replied.
I sat in the chair while Aitor worked his magic. As if nothing had happened, I relaxed and let him fix my beard. By the time I came out, the commotion in town was already going down, but everyone had only one topic of conversation: the chase, the shootings and the mystery of what would have happened.
I met up with some friends on the terrace of the bar and we had a few beers. Of course, the conversation revolved around the same thing. What were they carrying in the car? Why were they being chased? What had they done? The answers were a mystery, and I wasn’t going to contribute anything either. The investigation was up to the Mossos, not me.
But while others were speculating, my head was elsewhere. Leather bag. What the hell was inside her? Ever since I saw her in the ditch, I hadn’t stopped wondering.
When I returned home, the silence was absolute. All the guests had left, except for one, who was locked in his room. It was the perfect moment. I unloaded my bag from the car and walked into the living room, more nervous than ever. Masto, Maky, Mamas and Mastitwo, my dogs, looked at me curiously, as if they too wanted to know what was inside.
I placed it on the table, and for a moment, I hesitated. What if it’s a bomb? Or drugs? Or a lot of money? My heart was pounding.
With trembling hands, I unzipped the bag, expecting the worst.
And then I saw it.
– SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
Inside there were…
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