Amazon's Coliseum III (ENG)

Chapter 56: Lacrimosa

West of the Metropolitan Area

Patrol cars, firefighters, ambulances and many curious onlookers; they all crowded into the scene where Viktoria's body (or what was left of it) was burning. Aurora cried and howled nonstop as she tried to be comforted by some neighbors. The forensic services arrived as a kind of announcement that nothing could be done. The body was unrecognizable, but it was evident that it belonged to someone; these same services collected what they could: the hand that had been blown away and some traces like hair or whatever. They would go to run DNA tests, but it seemed like it would just be a formality to announce the horrendous news.

Ministeriales, escorted by municipal police officers, approached the poor girl, who still couldn't find comfort. After a signal from someone who appeared to be a high-ranking official, the women who were accompanying Aurora left.

-Good evening, we're told the victim was leaving your home when the accident happened. Is this true?

Aurora, trying to articulate her words as best she could, barely managed to say "yes."

-Whas her an acquaintance of you? What was she doing at your home?

-F-friend of mine... she trained me... and—she could barely form words, but the police officers seemed patient—... and... she stayed for dinner...

-Miss, it's our duty to inform you that an explosive device was found under the victim's car, so everything points to a homicide -this didn't improve the girl's mood, since, besides sadness, she was overcome with helplessness and frustration at learning that her friend had been murdered-. So, I ask you to please accompany us to the Prosecutor's Office to take your statement. It will help us shed light on your friend's death.

-C-can I make a call first?

-Go ahead.

Aurora called Dragana... but she didn't answer; as she was about to make another call, this time to her mother, a police officer stopped her.

-I'm sorry, miss, but you can only make one call.

-B-but... I didn't received any answer...

-You can make your call when we get to the Prosecutor's Office. Please don't make the situation any more difficult. Come with us.

What Aurora did, so that almost no one could see while she was arguing, was to quickly open the chat she had with Blazer and send her GPS location in real time. Aurora had a bad feeling, but she knew she couldn't go anywhere; she saw that the neighbors had been forced to leave and only the police were there. Silently, the girl got into the car.

...

Blazer neighborhood.

Experts were investigating the crime scene while officers recorded Carla's parents' testimonies.

-We have to do something, Carla! -Alan was furious.

-I know! I'm just thinking... fuck...

-Hey... Did Marissa really whacked those guys?

-Holy fucking shit! That was some gangstah shit! -Another friend of Blazer and Alan agreed.

-Shut the fuck up! This is no fucking game!

-Woah! Easy, dude! We're just saying it cool -Blazer's friends tried to calm Alan down.

-But Alan's is right. Stop fucking around, this is definitely nothing cool nor any "gangstah" shit -Blazer said a little calmer, although understanding Alan's anger-. Right now, the way things are, we don't know what they're going to do to Marissa. We can't trust anyone. Neither the police, the gangsters, nor anyone.