The Plague We Live In (Part 4)

I knew that look, that light in her eyes. I knew the message. Don't trust! Trust me and not her. I am your truth.
I thought it was time to take her away from that place. But the face of the police officer seemed to say the contrary.
Was Alvaro a paedophile? Asked the police officer.
I dunno. I know what I read. When he spoke to me I never realized that hypothesis as possible.
Big problem paedophilia, a globalised problem. It's everywhere. And wherever there is power there is paedophilia, it seems a perversion that hits mostly the ruling classes. Rich people and politicians.
Do you think? How do you know that?
I sighed.
Do you remember that movie, Three Days of the Condor?
...Not really. What's about?
A complicated story. Anyway, I will try to make it shorter, the CIA is after Condor to kill him, Condor is a bookish CIA analyst, code-named "Condor". He works at the American Literary Historical Society in New York City, which is actually a clandestine CIA office. But there is a game inside the Agency and one day CIA  agents murder the Condor's colleagues in the office while Condor is out for lunch. CIA tries to kill him with every means but he predicts every CIA move and cannot be caught. Who the hell is Condor? What he did do in the Agency? Asks one of the Company. Condor reads, is the answer.
Oh I see...that's why...you read.I write books. I am one of the fewest writers who read books before writing, or while writing...I read tons of books.I watched her. I realized she was suffering. I felt like in Graham Greene's book, The Quiet American. "I was ready to answer any question if could bring the interview quickly and ambiguously to an end, so that I might tell her later, in private, away from a policeman's eyes and the hard office chairs and the bare globe, where the moths circled".What do you want to know more? I said to the police officer.Do you believe that he committed suicide while in prison?Should I doubt? I have not any other evidence...I hoped that you could give us more information. It seems that you can't.
Yes, I can't. I thought
And I was still repeating that while leaving the police building and finally breathing fresh air again outdoors.
Put on the mask, They will fine you. She said to me. I don't want to see that face any more. She added.
We took along Gedimino Prospektas towards the Cathedral.
The sun was illuminating our faces and we breathed hope again.