Prologue.
Suddenly, I think I know who the owner of those alien eyes is, who possess the will and intelligence to win the silent respect of everyone around them. You don’t have to be blind to notice that he is a miserable man, but you also have to give him credit. to master social prejudices and current paradigms that do not make him bow down to anyone.
Perhaps, if I look at him more closely, I can learn something from him. There is nothing in the world more difficult than to maintain the frankness of what is right, provided it is accompanied by a comfortable flattery. The man is a coward, and the coward will always be reproached for his cowardice and selfishness. But, even so, he goes on living as he can, trying without presumptions.
I know I don’t have definitive proof that points directly to him, and that’s what makes his presence all the more intriguing. It’s shocking that what inspires me most is finally discovering his face. Perhaps, in that longing to unmask him, I find a part of myself that I haven’t yet fully explored.
All of this is related to the first case I had when I was a rookie. A unique challenge, because the killer imitates the crimes perfectly. Every detail, every movement, is an almost exact replica. That’s why I can deduce that this man has everything at his fingertips.
He’s almost like a good slacker who has perfected everything and has danced under my nose in such a mocking way that I can’t find him. Between so many papers I wonder if I really got to know the man behind bars or if it was just an illusion.
It may have been more than 30 years, but you never really know a person. You have to observe carefully for a long time, and back then I was young and I gave in to prejudices, making mistakes that I can’t easily fix. Those mistakes haunt me, like shadows from the past, reminding me of my vulnerability.
That is exactly what the copycat is doing. He is using my mistakes to his advantage, which forces me to split between acting like a good man or following the order of nature itself, that is, acting under the same wave of crimes. But maybe I shouldn’t do that. I am a good man and I cannot let myself be manipulated by someone who is mocking me from the outside.
¿How will he really act? ¿Will he be as young as my lover, full of energy and vitality, or is he just an old man trying to be trendy for the sake of fashion? It wouldn’t be ridiculous to cause harm for fame, although sometimes they give themselves over to fame with the greatest sincerity, almost like when I married that man freely.
The perfect lover. ¿Who would say that someone 10 years younger than me would bring me the greatest happiness and make me understand that intelligence is also being able to waste time on Friday nights while watching movies?
I am convinced that this man next to me can only give me tears of joy, while someone out there makes me wish him dead and my tears are of rage for not being able to catch him right away. But I only have to look closer, and I am sure that I will subdue the copycat and be able to put him behind bars, just like I did when I was a rookie facing my first case as a criminal profiler.
The wait has been long, the days have turned into endless sleepless nights, where every shadow seems a reflection of my own regret. But I know I must remain calm and clear, because when the time is right, I will be ready to act. And when I do, the copycat will have no escape. His mockery will become his defeat, and I will finally be able to close this chapter that has haunted my life for so long.
