Antonio killed Luis in the kitchen with an ax because he owed him money

By Roberto López-Herrero

Little imagined police officer Pepe Gómez the amount of troubles in which he would get into when they assigned him the investigation of Luis`s murder. At first it seemed very simple but as the clever researcher goes into the curious world of Twitter and investigates, an international conspiracy comes to light.

Psychopaths with multiple personality, TV presenters addicted to alternative therapies, beautiful and sexy hackers and a lot of different characters are part of this novel`s author`s universe, Roberto López-Herrero, who, to prove his healthy mental state, made his debut with a plot of intrigue and passion, emulating Agatha Christie herself.

Or what do I know.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: Jun 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507111512

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For @LaFeaDelBaile,

for her loud laugh.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Antonio killed Luis in the kitchen with an ax because he owed him money

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 7

Day 8

Day 9

Day 10

Day 11

Day 14

Day 15

Day 16

Day 17

Day 18

Day 19

Day 20

Day 21

Day 22

Day 23

Day 24

Day 25

Day 26

Day 27

Day 30

Warning: Usernames tweeters that appear in this novel have been changed to protect their families from public embarrassment.

Day 1

Antonio killed Luis in the kitchen with an ax because he owed him money. It seemed clearly, it seemed an easy and obvious case. There was Antonio with the ax still dripping blood in his right hand and stating that Luis owed him money. There was the motive, there was the confession.

But there was something that did not fit me...

I am a cop of a lifetime, one of those who became cops because Starsky and Hutch were the only ones put on TV. Well, they also put Kojak, Colombo, Banacek, the men of Harrelson and I think that even in The House of the Prairie there was a cop.

But I had never noticed that thing called police instinct until today. With Antonio, the ax, in that kitchen with Luis`s dead body...and the press noses were there too, it was a good moment to leave stunned the whole Spain. So I asked.

Excuse me, Antonio. Your name is Antonio?

It was not the question that Antonio was expecting. This will confuse him, I thought. And his answer was blunt.

Antonio Céspedes Ledesma, accountant, 42 years old, single. And from Ponferradina.

He was the perfect suspect, sang like a hummingbird. Do the hummingbirds sing? The plural is hummingbirds or hummingbirdes? My mind was very fast, but I continued my investigation.

And what kind of relationship did you have with Luis, the deceased?

We were friends since childhood, in the village.

If you were friends, why did you kill him?

He owed me money. Five thousand pesetas.

Five thousand pesetas... Thirty euros. As a motive to kill somebody seemed like a shit to me, but the mind of the killers is very complex. I continued.

Yeah... You killed him for thirty euros.

Thirty euros and three cents. This is five thousand pesetas.

Something did not fit... It was like the M from MTV, the O from PSOE or like the ones who make the casting for children who announce the Cola Cao. I looked at something I had been overlooked. Antonio`s right hand, the one holding the ax, had only three fingers.

How did you lose the fingers from your hand, Antonio?

I am from the village which inspired Gila with the monologue of annoying jokes, the pharmaceutical and the wolf man clamp. Do you know it?

I have it on Blue Ray. Do not deviate from the subject.

You asked.

Yes, because I find it very strange that there is an accountant with eight fingers in Spain. How do you do your job?

Antonio stood there, looking at me with a strange expression, like someone who looks at an imbecile. I have decided that was enough. Besides, the ones from Scientific arrived and I always had problems with them because of my jokes habit by placing the dead in funny positions. Once, after a brawl drug, I put the two dead bodies dancing and I wrote on the wall with blood Glued dancing is not dancing.

It took six months to arrest Sergio Dalma. Nobody thanked me.

I am deviating from the story. This time I couldn`t make jokes because the case was ugly and because Antonio, the accountant with eight fingers, was still alive. If not, I would have mounted a scene with the bodies that would have made the bishop of Cuenca to leave the country.

In the end, the smart people from Scientific arrived and I discreetly left. I took advantage of a piece of Guijuelo bacon half started that I found in the kitchen and I told Antonio, the accountant, to meditate on what happened and on the real possibilities of Ponferradina in winning some important football tournament ever.

I leave you there, crying like a muffin. Was the phrase which I left my testimony with, to my smart colleagues. But it wouldn`t be so easy.

This was going to be the final case in my career as a cop.

My name is Pepe Gómez. I wish I had a name with more impact like Flanagan McPhee, but being the son of a man from Cadiz and a woman from Valencia I would have ended up being the Flanet for my mother and Marfi as a surname after my father.

And I am a cop.

Day 2

The hangover was killing me. And I was curious why I haven`t drunk last night. But a good cop wakes up hangover whether or not he has drank.

I was still intrigued by the strange murder from last night. For thousand pesetas? Who would kill someone for thousand pesetas? And being an accountant, that places you well in any municipality and that are frippery to you. Frippery... What a word. I didn`t even know that I knew this. And I don`t have a fucking idea about what it means. Am I turning into a fagot? I'll leave the pennyroyal for a while just in case.

I headed to the station to continue my search. Another word from the rare ones. I took the underground and I found that another murder had occurred. Oh, no. It was a man who seemed not to be a good friend with the toothbrush. I throw my worst look of disapproval and without saying a word, I didn`t buy any coupon.

Sometimes I am inspired by Charles Bronson, I admit.

I arrived at my desk and I started to make some research. Damn, they