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kind of game. But I have confidence in you," said Father Salas.
    "We all have each other. And, Elena, even if you cannot perceive it, as much as there is evil, there is also good. God is on our side, I can feel Him," said Esteban, eager to transfer some of his confidence to the parapsychologist.
    "I must go. I'm flying first thing tomorrow  morning, and I also want to prepare my meeting in the Vatican. I know I'll find some answers there," stated Father Salas, standing up.
    Elena threw her arms around the Mexican priest, seeking in his warmth the calm his words seemed to convey.
    "I need you. I need you more than ever."
    "I know that." We all need each other, and together we will succeed," the priest whispered, although he himself harboured as many or more doubts as the young woman.
    Esteban saw Father Salas to the door, and shook his hand in farewell. No words were needed. When the priest turned around, in a regrettable oversight, he could see his reflection in the mirror that was hung at the entrance, which he always avoided. The image he saw, for just a fraction of a second, was etched in his retina for hours: it was the head of a creature not unlike a large fly, its eyes glowing like embers, set on the torso of a beast held by dozens of thick, vile, insect-like legs.

X
    A ndrés had just received his toys . Finally he had the state-of-the-art equipment sent by the production team of the American TV channel. He felt like a child on Christmas morning.
    One by one, and with the utmost care, he took out each of the devices from their packaging. Even though some of them had never been in his hands before, he could recognise them all. He knew how to use them, he knew their specifications and their manuals. But only now could he actually touch them. He couldn't wait to start, although Elena wasn't there with him.
    As soon as he'd finished, he looked at the marvellous display: in Carlos's living room there was now a spectrometer, a highly sensitive infrared thermometer, a camera with a nightscope and motion detector, several microphones of various sensitivities, an electromagnetic meter and the jewel in the crown, an infrared camera with cryogenically cooled detectors. He couldn't have hoped for better equipment.
    «Now it's time to have some fun», said the technician to himself, while he powered up the devices. He worked unhurriedly, savouring each moment as he adjusted and calibrated the machines. When he told his work colleagues about this the next day, they'd all be drooling, since most of them were also very much into the paranormal.
    He decided to start with the infrared thermometer, since he thought it was a good idea to detect anything out of the ordinary before moving on to the really serious kit, and he carefully checked out each corner of the living room. Nothing interesting, as he'd expected.
    He went to the corridor and then he went into every room in the large flat. There were no significant temperature variations. And then, he thought to himself, the show begins here: he stopped before the door of what had been Laura's room and opened it.  With the help of the laser pointer in the thermometer, he pointed at every nook and cranny in the room. He then realised, much to his disappointment, that the values were within what could be considered normal , like the rest of the flat. It was a shame: he was convinced that in the girl's room there had to be something . But, for the time being, that wasn't the case. He knew, of course, that spirits and other similar entities were not always present, so he thought he must be patient. Nevertheless, he'd remove his obsolete devices from the flat, and substitute them with the newly arrived ones.
    He returned to the corridor, somewhat downcast, and told himself there was only one last place to check. Despite what had happened before in that sort of junk room, he had little hope of finding anything. Slowly, he opened the door of the room where Carlos had buried all of Alicia's