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information that you received via your website more thoroughly, then you would have found out rather fast that there is no connection. We communicated in depth with the officer in Kiev and analyzed the facts. The said person from Russia who allegedly had surfaced here in the motel, lives in Europe and is being checked there by police on a regular basis. Some years ago this suspect was linked to sex trafficking in Europe but they couldn’t prove that. This man lives in Germany and has not left the country for many years. We have asked police in Germany to interrogate him in regard to this subject; they’ve complied with our request in the same night. He didn’t know the person that we questioned as witness neither did he know Mr. Gutierrez, nor was he ever outside of Europe.”
    That calmed me down. Igor was not on his way here.
    “Our contact person in the Ukraine …”, well, at least he knew the country, “… suspects that the whole thing might be a private revenge act of a local prostitute because he had received a phone call more than a week ago from a woman with a lousy command of Russian; the call came obviously from the United States.” Oh shit! Didn’t I suppress the phone number? How could they find out?
    “The witness from the Arab country admitted further that he had met with a prostitute but he was not willing to pay the price she demanded from him. Therefore they had a fight and the woman left the room threatening him with revenge.”
    “So, there were illegal activities after all”, interrupted Ms. Chapenda.
    “Yes. This was the reason for expelling the business man after he was released from custody and take him directly to a plane. But the link you tried to establish with the death of PL Gutierrez is pure imagination. Officer Gutierrez surely has violated his departmental rules. But we knew him as diligent police officer and good colleague. We will not allow dragging down memory and reputation of a man, who has fought very hard for justice every day, through allegations and wrong assertions. Thank you for your attention.”

Covering up tracks
     
    I was nervous. I continued watching the news for a while then I turned off the television when no new reports were shown. It was obvious there were actually two traces leading to me. On the one hand no documents were found at Robert’s house that could point to me. That was the good part. But what did cause me belly aches was the fact that some of those documents must exist. Because the story I had told Robert was not on file nor was it part of the autopsy report in which the traces of the taser were probably mentioned.
    The second trace was my cell phone that was probably registered in Kiev by now. I decided to first cover up the last trace, at least as far as possible. For the first trace I needed to contact Judy first. But how could I reach her?
    Ron! I knew his last name – if he was truly Irene’s son – and I knew where he was studying.
    For both those activities I needed to go shopping. I decided to be more careful this time and drove to Santa Clara to a small mall. I was sure that I wouldn’t meet any of my acquaintances there.
    I parked my Chevy directly behind a truck so that no one could spot it from the road. Then I went to the pay phones beside a drugstore and called information. They gave me the number of the college where Ron has been studying. A female voice asked me to wait when I stated his first and Irene’s last name. He was really her son! Hopefully all goes well!
    I let the phone ring for a while but nobody picked it up. The woman at the switchboard returned.
    “He’s not in his room. But at this time the boys are mostly at the football field for practice. May I leave him your phone number and he will call you back? Most of the time they return to their dorm at around six o’clock in the evening, change and then go out again.” That was difficult. He must not learn my cell phone number at any rate. I thought about