NELINA

One morning Marica called me. She wasn't in a good mood; I could tell by the tone of her voice.

"Besty, what's wrong?" I asked her.

"It's bad news."

"Tell me."

"I can't proceed with filing a case on anybody regarding the accident. The man driving the Ferrari was shot dead a day after the incident, and now the police have no lead on who could be the mastermind. It was a dead end."

"Oh, Marica, I'm sorry to hear that."

"The police just found out recently. They couldn't trace the car anymore; they suspected it was chopped and sold apart. Those bastards thoroughly clean up the mess they...