The Invisible Guardian Page #2

Where else does police evidence

come from, inspector?

Let me see.

Any chance it's poisoned?

They analyzed it and it's clean.

Top quality ingredients.

Fresh and mixed in the right proportion.

Baked this week.

I doubt it's more than four days old.

From the color and porosity

I'd say it was baked

in a traditional wood oven.

How can you tell all that?

Because I know how to do my job,

inspector.

Apart from you,

who else makes these cakes?

Anyone who has the recipe.

It's no secret.

But everyone makes it their own way.

Does this one tell you anything?

Yes.

Whoever made it

knows what they're doing.

The balance in the proportions

is admirable.

I need a list

of all the stores, bakeries

and patisseries in the valley

who make them.

The only ones who make them

with this quality are us,

Salinas in Tudela, Santa Marta in Vera

and a bakery in Logroo.

Give me the most complete list you can,

please, it's important.

The soonest I can do it is tomorrow.

You can imagine I have lots to do

since our longsuffering sister

went on sick leave.

Tomorrow is OK.

Are you Rosario's daughter?

Aren't you Rosario's daughter?

The one who moved to America

because she didn't like the bakery?

Yes, I'm Amaia.

I'm very sorry about your mother.

Thank you.

I want you to remember one thing.

When you find

whoever is killing the girls,

you know...

Anne!

Anne!

Have you seen Anne, my daughter?

Anne!

I'm a policewoman, calm down.

- Anne!

- What's happened? Calm down!

I went to pick her up at school

and she wasn't there.

Her friends told me

she didn't go to class this morning.

Calm down, we're going to help you.

Jonan, another girl has disappeared.

Anything else, inspector?

Be on the lookout

for any anomaly you may see

and tell us immediately.

You'll have the best idea

if he knows the area

or the way he operates.

You can count on us, inspector.

About those hairs

that were on the bodies,

if they're really from a bear

you can be sure

that they got there some other way.

There are remains that show the presence

of large animals in the area,

but there have been no reports

of any bears coming down

to the valley since 1700.

They could have been carried

on a hunter's clothes

or by another animal,

but definitely not by a bear.

Or by a basajaun, Alberto?

Don't f*** with me, Gorria.

Years ago he told me

he'd seen a basajaun in the forest.

Now he's embarrassed

to talk about it.

Here!

Here!

What is it?

There's something here!

Here!

Thank you.

Sh*t!

False alarm!

False alarm!

No, we'll focus our efforts

on the Bidasoa river,

but I want the patrols looking for

a pair of shoes on the roadside.

No, Zabalza.

Not first thing tomorrow, immediately.

I'm operational 24 hours.

Rosaura, don't put so much ham there.

- And did you enjoy it?

- Yes, a lot.

I've got them for a month.

Fears that the girl could be

another victim of the Basajaun,

- Lord, that's terrible.

- The authorities fear the worst,

as the girl has still not been found.

She told her parents

she was visiting a friend after school.

Is this some kind of joke?

They are crazy.

Has she appeared?

Amaia, whose idea was it

to call that killer "The Basajaun"?

The media, I guess.

Basajaun means

"lord of the forest" in Basque.

He's a protective creature

who makes sure the balance of the forest

remains intact.

He is harmony and collaboration.

Putting his name on a killer

goes against nature.

What is a basajaun exactly?

I'll tell you now.

A gigantic creature covered in hair.

A mythological being

who protects the forests.

- Like the bigfoot?

- Sort of.

But older.

Take good care of it,

it's a first edition.

Of course.

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Mom!

Don't be so silly.

You'll be much cooler in the summer.

But, mom...

Close your eyes

and stop making a fuss.

Shut up!

Don't make me nervous.

Anne?

Anne!

Anne!

Anne!

Anne!

It's impossible!

F***!

- Amaia!

- Rosaura, what are you doing here?

Your shouting wakened me.

What's happened?

- Did you see a girl in a hood?

- No.

What is it?

Jonan, Anne was outside my house.

Send patrols to look for her

and tell her parents.

DAY 3

Yes, Zabalza.

It doesn't make sense that

she's in the town and doesn't go home.

That's right.

OK.

We swept the whole town

and no one saw anything.

She was outside my house,

she couldn't have vanished.

- Someone must have seen her.

- I don't know what to say, chief.

Say that they'll keep searching

until they find her.

Of course, the patrols

have been active since 5.00 a.m.,

but so far...

What about

the videos of the funerals?

Iriarte and Zabalza

have men checking them.

And Montes?

He went to the station

while we were at the cemetery.

He said hello to all the officers there,

he left,

and no one saw him again

for the rest of the day.

F***, it would be good to know

if we can count on him.

If he's got personal problems, he should

say so and go back to Pamplona.

I agree.

We have to revise every case

of men with a record for exhibitionism,

stalking and prowling.

Men who lost their families violently,

orphans, weirdos, loners...

We have to build up a data base

that includes every abuser in Baztn.

OK, chief.

We need to get all the cases

over the last 20 years in Baztn

where there is even one of the elements

that make up this guy's M.O.

Yes... When someone has

a ritual as precise as this,

it's very likely

they've rehearsed it before.

Alright.

Are they charging this to your room?

- Yes.

- Then let's go.

I'll give you a list of bakeries.

Get a sample of flour from each one.

Have them analyzed and compared

with the flour in the txantxigorri.

That way we'll know where...

What is it?

Let's go.

- Inspector Salazar.

- Dr. San Martn.

It's like seeing the other girls.

How long do you think she's been dead?

I can't say for definite,

but about 24 hours.

Montes!

- She's got two broken nails.

- She fought.

With luck we can find

her attacker's skin under her nails.

Halt! Who's there?

What is it, Montes?

There's someone there!

Halt or I'll shoot!

- F*** it, Fermn!

- What the hell is this?

It's a coypu,

a kind of South American otter.

A few years ago some of them

escaped from a farm in France

and they've adapted perfectly

to this area.

Sh*t! I thought I saw someone.

A tall guy looking at me from the

forest.

At least today

you were here to see him.

She was pregnant,

the shots killed her young.

Did she act strangely,

out of the ordinary,

the days prior to her disappearance?

My daughter behaved like always.

Had she met anyone recently?

A boy or a new girlfriend,

maybe someone older than her.

No. She always went around

with the same friends,

the girls from school

and her cousins.

Her friends really loved her.

They often came here

to do their homework.

And Anne would explain things

they didn't understand.

That's why we weren't surprised

that she went to a friend's house

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