When I opened the door, I couldn't believe it. It was a policeman with a sad and disconsolate expression. He seemed to be bringing something very bad, perhaps bad news. I immediately asked:
"Good evening, sir. What brings you here?
"Good evening. Are you Mr. Rodrigues?" His voice trembled.
"Yes, why?
"Well," he continued, stammering for a few moments, "uh...uh...I've come...here...but...uh... Well, I don't bring good news."
In a harsh voice I replied:
"Yes, what is it? You're worrying me!"
"Well, we found a young man a week ago in an alley, he was all wounded and his body was bleeding. The only thing we found was his address, but only after searching his clothes this morning. We came earlier, but you weren't here..."
Before he could begin the next sentence, I let out a cry of despair. God, was it you who put me in the young man's path to save him?
"What happened?" "Your brother is in the hospital and needs care," he said desperately, "that's why we came here to inform you and take you to the police station to file a report about what happened, so we can open an investigation."
"Where is my brother?
"In the hospital twelve blocks from here.”
"Okay."