Patrícia realized the risky path she was taking:

     'My God, what am I saying? Take the body out of there? This is not a book.'

     Her conscience was telling her otherwise: 'Don't do it', however, she didn't seem to want to listen. Her conscience insisted in vain, but her thoughts went in a different direction:

     'Ema is alone, few will miss her, nothing else will bring her back. There's really nothing left for her. And I'm fucked, with no money. I stick with this guy, he's going to get an inheritance... But in order to receive the inheritance, he cannot be accused of the crime...'

     A glimmer of light told her: 'If he did it to her, he could do it to you one day. Better saying, he's going to do it, the question is: when'? But she ignored that wise inner voice once again.

    Familiar with many aspects of police investigations and criminal law, even in a daze — and with a little alcohol in her blood, she was intimately aware that she would end up making a mistake by making decisions without cooling her head. It was a jumble of diffuse sensations and conflicting thoughts.

     Finally, the money he might inherit and something even more cruel and surreal: the desire to experience a real police plot, all of this drove her to a decision. She declared:

     "We need to get her body out of there, but how are we going to do that?"

     Carlos felt encouraged to follow the course she had chosen, even if it was under his own influence:

     "Only you can say. I have no idea!"

     "Let's think together... You said that Ema stayed in a chalet in an inn. Did someone hear the fight?"

     "I don't think so. The chalet is very secluded, with a garage and plenty of woodland around... It's hard for anyone to hear."

     "Ah! Does it have a private garage? So I think I have an idea... Are you driving?"

     "Yes, I rented one. It's on the street", he replied, not realizing what she was getting at. "What are you up to?"

     "An old crime movie cliché: put her body in the trunk... And take it somewhere!"

     "Sounds risky. What comes next?"

     "Then... I don't know. Let's drive and then we think."

     As they got into the car, he turned to her:

     "You know there's no turning back, don't you?"

     "I know, but don't remind me about that or I'll give up. Let's go already!"