Chema turned toward her.
“What?”
Her face had lost all color.
“The night before you retired.”
Chema stared.
“I don’t understand.”
“You called me that night.”
“I called you all the time.”
“You said you had found boxes inside the old storage room.”
Memory flickered.
Dust.
A broken lock.
Stacks of cartons.
“I thought they were school supplies.”
“They were.”
Sofía looked at him carefully.
“Supplies that had officially been reported missing.”
Chema felt cold.
Suddenly, he remembered Robles arriving unexpectedly.
The principal asking why he was still there.
The way Robles had locked the storage room himself.
And the next morning, Robles had been strangely friendly.
He had even brought Chema coffee.
“My God.”
Sofía nodded.
“You saw evidence that the missing materials had never been stolen.”
“They were hidden.”
“Yes.”
“But why?”
Lucía answered.
“Because the school was paying for the same materials more than once.”
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