“What?” I asked. Nothing would be more ridiculous than the fact that a cop fostered a son who was a gangster.

"Why don't you resemble one another?” I said.

" He is my stepfather! My natural father died before I was ten. He was a good man, raised me as his son, so my mother loved him very much and always told me to be a good man like him, not like my natural father, who indulged in gambling and drinking every day,” Jonathan told me.

"Is that the reason that you dreamt of being a cop?” I asked him.

"You couldn’t imagine that I used to be a very...