The Secret of the Convent

For a few seconds, neither man was able to look away from those words.

DO NOT PERFORM THE AUTOPSY.
WAIT TWO HOURS.
WHAT YOU NEED IS IN MY HABIT POCKET.

Fonseca took a deep breath.

—Close the door.

—That?

—The door, Camilo.

The young man obeyed.

The clanking noise seemed too loud inside the morgue.

Fonseca looked at the body again.

—Who brought the nun?

—Two men from the convent. They said they found her in her room.

—Names?

Camilo shook his head.

—I did not ask.

Fonseca looked at him harshly.

—Then start asking.

He approached the stretcher again.

The woman appeared to be in her twenties. There were no visible injuries. There was no blood. There were no signs of violence.

But those words…

They were not written on the skin.

It seemed like they had appeared from within.