Author: JOSÉ GASPAR

            When Delegate Moreira arrived at Dona Dolores and Seu Durval’s house, he had no idea what he was going to find. An old friend of the family, he had never received a professional call to come to their home. But Durval had been clear on the phone. There was a…

            Dona Dolores fainted when she saw the corpse sprawled right in the middle of her kitchen. The shock of seeing a dead man with a pool of blood around him had been too much for the nearly eighty-year-old woman. Durval carried her back to the living room sofa and…

Dona Dolores was sleeping on the living room sofa. She had snuggled up in her husband’s lap, who was snoring loudly. Seu Durval had his head thrown to the side and was drooling from the corner of his mouth. On the coffee table, scattered, were several playing cards from the game of buraco that had…