Between people who might have died, between people who might or might not have died, between those crimes that might or might not have occurred. Enter when recounting that investigation, when by normal means, they found nothing, talking to those who held the secrets, meeting with your informant, that information, which might or might not be true, even the demons that always watched everyone around . There was no turning back, the implications and all situations would have no return, there were consequences, the suspicions became true. Death and life, even those who never imagined they had contact, but seeing around, the deepest desires, the opinion of their old contacts, knowing now, with whom they were dealing, in what they created that hour. Even at that time, when he can make everything as pleasurable as possible, then, between his pleasures and his desires, for each time in his travels, in which he became involved between each of his secrets, he was shrouded in mysteries.