In a bar in the town, where she stopped for a moment for breakfast, she found an advertisement on the glass of the front door, asking for a third student to share an apartment. On the card, she saw a phone number and the name "Mônica." She kept it as she went to the counter to order a coffee and an orange juice. She sat at one of the tables.
Sephy was a young woman of incredible mental agility, capable of improvising in the most critical situations. In a matter of seconds, her brain created a believable story that would allow her to blend in with the crowd. She decided to pose as a student who had just arrived in Murcia, after obtaining validation for the first three years of her studies at the Complutense University of Madrid, precisely because
she knew the city. It was one thing to enroll and attend classes, something she hadn't considered doing, and another to share a room, a situation that would make it easy to hide her identity. When she finished breakfast, she took her cell phone out of her bag. She decisively dialed a number and heard a female voice through the earpiece.
— What is it?
— Hello, my name is Sephy... I called you through the apartment ad — she replied, trying to soften her voice to create a relaxed atmosphere capable of inspiring confidence. — Please tell me I was lucky and your offer is still open!
— If you can pay two hundred and forty euros a month, the room is yours — the person on the other end of the line told her. — Actually, you're the first to call, but first, my friend and I would like to meet you... Is there anything inconvenient?
— Absolutely not. Whenever you two want, we can arrange a meeting.
— What do you think of today, at four in the afternoon?
— Perfect. Where can we meet?
— At the door of the Zig-Zag. I assume you'll know how to find the place... — I say this because I seem to hear a certain foreign accent in your tone of voice.
— Yes, the truth is, I spent a large part of my life in Germany, although my parents are Spanish — she lied.
— Well, never mind. You'll tell us your story soon — the young woman replied. — Do you know the Zig-Zag or not?
— No, but I'll be there at four sharp. Don't worry.
— Wonderful! Oh... I almost forgot... my name is Monica, and you'll recognize me by my piercings.
— And you'll recognize me, because I'll be dressed in black.
— Perfect!" she laughed. "What we needed was a sinister one in the group.
— You're the one speaking.
— Come on, then. We'll meet you there. Bye, baby.
That farewell, so familiar and affectionate, seemed depressing. Sephy knew, before meeting them, that the mentality of those young women was far beyond her experience. It would be easy to eliminate them when the job was done.