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Chapter 23 – The worse is always for those who leave

Has anyone tried to imagine how many millions of articles have been written, all over the world, about the disappearance of Madeleine? How many thousands of hours of tv broadcast time, blogs, discussion forums? How many newspapers were sold, how many journalists were at Praia da Luz, how many commentators and opinion makers saw their careers gain a fresh breath? The numbers are overwhelming, it’s useless to try to think about it.

Has anyone already tried to place him or herself into the mind, into the body and soul of Madeleine? Imagine yourselves barely four years old. Remember what you thought back then, what were your daily priorities. Playing. Eating. Father. Mother. Siblings. Grandparents. Aunts. Uncles. Family. Fun. Laughter. I like this one better than that one. I want more of this and less of that. Simple, right? Now imagine yourselves in that world of simplicity and innocence and all of a sudden, without a warning, it’s over. Everything goes dark and it’s over. Even before you could experience the difficulties of adolescence. Of studies. Of dating. Of having children. Everything is over. Before it had even started.

Now go a bit deeper. Your eyes are Madeleine’s eyes. Your body is still small and fragile. You don’t need to be strong anyway, your parents are there to protect you from danger. You’ve played all day long. You’ve played with daddy. The holidays are good, although you’d rather spend more time with your parents and less at the crèche of this place where you’re staying.

It’s still in the daytime. Dinner is served. You play with your siblings. Rituals are carried out, which you have already adopted although you’re small. Then… well, then there are the policemen that try to prevent other adults from hurting children like you, and who make sure that those adults are punished. Sometimes they don’t succeed, but they do everything they can to explain it.

- That’s it, Francisco. And you know what? – João Tavares says, showing a resigned face – in the middle of all of this sh*t, the whole world could stand on its head, but the worse is always for those who leave us, who should have stayed around for many years more, you understand? The kids are absolutely innocent of the monsters that adults can become, and then it’s always the same. The weaker one loses out. It’s like I told you, there are not that many differences that separate us from the gorillas in the jungle.

- You’re absolutely right – Francisco agrees – but let’s get this paperwork done with, because we need to hurry.

Francisco was talking about the final redaction of the rogatory letters that were to be sent to the British authorities, and which included the request for several diligences. The letters are a poisoned gift, and despite the fact that they target several people, there are two persons who are of special interest to the policemen. And those are not the McCanns.

It’s a bit like those routine police actions, when you go to a hotel to find out whether a certain individual is staying there, and you ask the receptionist for the guest book. You write down seven names at hazard, and an eighth name, which is the one that actually matters. The receptionist is watching, and although he gave the policeman all the information that was needed, he ended up knowing nothing about the person who was actually the target of that action.

The aforementioned police cunning is revealed in these details. The police has established the logical chain of events a long time ago, and has also understood, for quite some time, that they will hardly find the queen evidence. The process will have to live from details. From the circumstances and the detection of small failures from the person that committed the crime, that concealed it, and logically, has lied.

- Let’s see whether the English dispatch this swiftly so we can advance – Francisco says, never taking his eyes off the papers, and putting them into a sequence. Formalities abound, and they want to make sure that nothing fails in this diligence that is so important.

- There is no hurry anymore, Francisco – João Tavares notices -, the one who had to leave is gone now, now all it takes is for us to move calmly, but well, because the bad deeds are done. If we were looking for a little girl that was locked up somewhere in a room of the house of a dangerous, disgusting paedophile, then we would be in a hurry, but as we know, actually, as only we know, that is not a theory that we will swallow anymore.
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