Victor stared at the frame, stared for a long time.
No one spoke in the room. Bramo stood nearby, Casare leaned against the door, Bennett sat on the corner sofa, holding an unlit cigarette.
"Bennett."
Victor spoke, his voice was calm.
Bennett raised his head.
"Did you see this?"
Bennett nodded.
"I did."
"What do you think?"
Bennett put down the cigarette, stood up, and walked to the screen.
He looked at the burning child.
"The one pouring gasoline," he said, "wears number 10 jersey. Ecuador National Team's number 10, named Agina Ga, twenty-two years old, plays as an attacking midfielder, in Quito Sports University Team."
Victor said nothing.
"The one who threw the beer bottle into the fire," Bennett continued, "bald, wearing a black vest, has a tattoo on his right arm. The tattoo pattern is 'Santa Muerte', Mexico's Holy Death — this thing is popular in Ecuadorian gangs. Indicates he has gang ties."
He turned around, looking at Victor.
