Marcos entered the house like a whirlwind and almost without greeting his wife sat at his computer, turned on and connected to the Internet. Patiently Nubia left the books she was reading on the table, walked to where her husband was and sat on his lap. With her eight months pregnancy there was no room between them and the computer desktop.
“Good afternoon.” She said persuasively. “Want to share with me what´s on your mind?”
“Yes, Yes. Sorry. I just want to confirm the news.”
The woman saw that Marcos was opening the New York Times page.
“What happens? You suddenly feel nostalgic?”
“No, look at the police report.”
The central news accounted a series of raids conducted by the FBI and the NYPD in which they had dismantled a vast network of traffickers centered in the city with branches in the Horn of Africa and in the Medium East. Several people from the Mayor of the City of New York office, including the Comptroller Dr. Herbert Plummer had been arrested on various charges including human trafficking, deprivation of liberty, smuggling of heroin and numerous murders.
Marcos lowered his head and kissed the swollen belly of his wife, who stroked his head. Both knew that a dark period of their lives had been permanently closed.