It’s on the inside of the wall surrounding the house (which has meanwhile been brightened by a mild, red autumn), still fresh, drawn during his absence, probably on a recent night, by some vandal. No one has had the decency to remove it: a graffito that reproduces in a childishly stylized way the figure of a man on a horse. A Marcus Aurelius drawn by an immature hand. Both the man and the animal have nooses around their necks. Really? They want him dead? And not only him but also his imaginary mount? The horse in that wretched photo. Leo is tempted to point out to Herrera that he was right in the end. That photograph had its importance. But just as he is about to say it he realizes that it doesn’t matter to him anymore. To persuade Herrera. To dissuade Herrera. To argue with Herrera. What’s the point? It wasn’t easy for Herrera to get him out of jail. Not after the disastrous interrogation. Not after Leo’s appalling outbursts. Not after they had to take him bodily back to his cell.
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