Julio walked back to his car and drove straight home. His mind felt elated so much that he could not help but start humming a tone he did not recognise. It was like it was registered in his brain somewhere and he felt really good about it as he tapped on the steering wheel.
Soon afterwards, he was home and he got down from the car. Martha was already expecting him and came to open the door even before he knocked.
"You're back." She said to him,
"Yes, I am." He responded and walked inside.
"You were shot at?" She asked him, noticing the bullet hole on his shirt. Julio looked down and upon seeing it, he started smiling.
"Well, there's a lot of people out to get the devil, isn't it? I'll go shower." He said.
"The bodies, what about them?" She demanded.
