Death On a Galician Shore
“Two others were watching the game, sitting at the corners of the marble table, between players. A third man, in a fisherman’s cap, stood watching, holding a glass of liqueur. They were the only customers that afternoon.
They didn’t look up as Caldas and Estevez entered and crossed the bar. The policemen took stools at the end of the counter furthest from the domino players’ table, and ordered coffee. The waiter was different from the one that morning. The television was switched on but muted, a...nd the only sound was the clacking of dominoes on the marble table.
Someone had left a copy of Justo Castelo’s death notice on the counter, by the cash register.
When the waiter served their coffee, they quietly introduced themselves.
‘You’re here about El Rubio, aren’t you?’ the waiter said, gesturing towards the notice.
Caldas confirmed that they were and said that someone had seen Castelo at the bar on Saturday afternoon, the day before he died.
‘Yes, he was here, sitting right where you are now,’ the waiter said, also keeping his voice down.MoreLess
They didn’t look up as Caldas and Estevez entered and crossed the bar. The policemen took stools at the end of the counter furthest from the domino players’ table, and ordered coffee. The waiter was different from the one that morning. The television was switched on but muted, a...nd the only sound was the clacking of dominoes on the marble table.
Someone had left a copy of Justo Castelo’s death notice on the counter, by the cash register.
When the waiter served their coffee, they quietly introduced themselves.
‘You’re here about El Rubio, aren’t you?’ the waiter said, gesturing towards the notice.
Caldas confirmed that they were and said that someone had seen Castelo at the bar on Saturday afternoon, the day before he died.
‘Yes, he was here, sitting right where you are now,’ the waiter said, also keeping his voice down.MoreLess
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