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The Last Call from Radio Horizonte

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Do not open Cabin B. Vera raised her head. The voice had come from the intercom, but it did not belong to any program. It was a low whisper, barely audible. And it was identical…

Part 1 — Open case

Do not open Cabin B.

Vera raised her head.

The voice had come from the intercom, but it did not belong to any program. It was a low whisper, barely audible.

And it was identical to hers.

—Who is speaking?

Only static answered.

Vera looked toward the hallway. At the far end, above the door to Cabin B, a red light had just come on.

The cabin had been closed for years. The old Radio Horizonte tapes were stored there, along with equipment nobody used anymore. The electrical circuit had been disconnected after a minor fire.

Vera put her headphones back on.

—Álvaro, are you in Cabin B?

The host’s voice filled the studio.

—Some calls should never be answered —Álvaro Santaclara was saying. —Especially when they come from a place that no longer exists.

Vera looked at the broadcast screen. The program was still live.

Álvaro was talking about Lucio Ferrer, a former station technician who had disappeared seventeen years earlier.

—The official version says Lucio left the city —he continued. —But someone kept a recording of his last night.

Vera remembered that Álvaro had been investigating the case for weeks. She also remembered his arguments with Tomás Villalba, the show’s producer.

Tomás did not want him to mention Lucio.

He said it would only attract trouble.

Three knocks sounded through the intercom.

Vera took off her headphones.

—Álvaro, open the door.

No one answered.

The knocks came again.

One.

Two.

Three.

Vera crossed the hallway. The station was almost empty. Only she, Álvaro, and Tomás remained. Tomás was working in his office.

The door to Cabin B was closed.

Vera tried the handle.

It did not move.

—Álvaro, can you hear me?

The host’s voice continued coming through the speakers.

—Lucio did not disappear. Someone made him disappear.

Vera ran back to the control room.

Tomás was there.

—What’s happening? —he asked.

—The light in Cabin B turned on.

Tomás went pale.

—That circuit doesn’t work.

—I know.

Álvaro’s voice was still on the air. It sounded calm, too clean, as if he were reading from a prepared script.

—If someone finds tape number nine, they will know who was here when Lucio died.

Tomás walked over to the console and lowered the volume.

—Cut the broadcast.

—Álvaro is still talking.

—I said cut it.

Vera did not obey.

Something struck the glass of Cabin B.

Tomás looked toward the hallway.

—Did you see anyone come in?

—No.

He took a key from his pocket.

Vera watched him.

—How long have you had that key?

—Since before you started working here.

Tomás opened the door.

The metallic smell of blood reached them before Vera could see inside.

Álvaro was sitting in front of a switched-off microphone. He was wearing his headphones, and his head was tilted over one shoulder. A dark stain covered the front of his shirt.

Vera moved closer and searched for his pulse.

There was nothing.

—He’s dead —she said.

Tomás did not answer.

On the table lay an unlabeled cassette tape. Beside it were a small portable recorder and a folded sheet of paper.

Vera opened the sheet.

It contained only one sentence:

The voice always comes back.

The police arrived shortly afterward.

The door had not been forced open. The window was locked from the inside. There was no other exit.

Inspector Salvatierra questioned Vera first.

—Who was controlling the broadcast?

—I was.

—And who could enter the cabin?

—Álvaro and Tomás. I didn’t have a key.

Tomás confirmed her statement.

—I found it in my office —he explained. —I don’t know how it got there.

Vera looked at him.

—You were carrying it in your pocket.

The inspector wrote something down.

—Was the broadcast still live when you found the body?

—That’s what I thought.

—You’re not sure anymore?

Vera did not answer.

She returned to the control room and opened the program’s digital file.

The recording lasted exactly one hour, but something was wrong.

She rewound to the moment when she had heard the three knocks.

Then she raised the volume.

First, there was a breath.

Then, a metallic sound.

After that, a voice whispered:

—Vera, open the door.

Vera stopped breathing.

Tomás was standing behind her.

—That’s impossible —he said.

—It’s my voice.

—Someone could have imitated it.

—No.

Vera played the fragment again.

It was her voice. The same intonation, the same way of pronouncing the final word.

She opened the recent files panel.

There was a new document.

File received: 1:03 a.m.

Vera clicked on it.

The audio lasted four seconds.

Static filled the speakers.

Then her own voice whispered:

—Do not open Cabin B.

Vera looked up.

The cabin door was open.

Inside, beside Álvaro’s body, the red light came on again.

And from inside came another knock.

This time, someone answered from the other side.

Part 2 — Resolution

—Do not open Cabin B.

The voice sounded from inside the cabin again.

Vera stepped back. Tomás slammed the door shut and stood between her and the hallway.

—We have to leave —he said.

—Why?

—The police need to examine this.

—The police have already examined the cabin.

—Then don’t go back inside.

Vera studied his face. Tomás was frightened, but not because of Álvaro’s body.

He was afraid of something else.

—What’s inside? —she asked.

Tomás did not answer.

Vera returned to the control room and called Inspector Salvatierra. She explained that a new file had appeared on the computer and that the voice in the recording was hers.

While she was speaking, she saw a blue light shining inside Cabin B.

It was not coming from the ceiling.

It was coming from an old tape player.

—Inspector —she said. —Someone has turned on a piece of equipment inside the cabin.

—Do not go in. I’m on my way.

Tomás approached the door.

—What did you tell him?

—Enough.

—You don’t know what you’re doing.

—I know Álvaro was afraid of you.

Tomás stared at her harshly.

—Álvaro was afraid of everyone.

—Even Lucio Ferrer?

Tomás’s silence was enough.

Vera entered the cabin again.

The tape player was on. The tape was turning slowly. Someone had written a number on its casing with black ink:

9

Tomás tried to take it.

Vera stopped him.

—Don’t touch it.

—That tape doesn’t belong to Álvaro.

—Then you know what it contains.

Tomás pressed his lips together.

The tape player began to play an old recording.

First, they heard a door closing. Then came Lucio Ferrer’s voice.

—I copied the documents, Tomás. If anything happens to me, the police will receive a copy.

Vera looked at the producer.

The recording continued.

—You can’t keep using the guests’ calls to blackmail them.

—No one will believe you —a younger man replied. —No one listens to a technician.

—Álvaro will listen to me.

There was a удар.

Lucio fell to the floor.

His breathing became irregular.

—Tomás…

—You should have left when I told you to.

The recording ended with a sharp noise.

Vera understood what had happened.

Lucio had never left the city. He had been murdered inside the station.

—Where is his body? —she asked.

Tomás did not answer.

The cabin door closed behind them.

—Give me the tape —he said.

Vera stepped back.

—Álvaro found it before we did.

—Álvaro didn’t know what he was listening to.

—That’s why you killed him.

Tomás moved toward her.

—Álvaro wanted to broadcast this recording. He thought it could destroy me.

—And you used my voice to frame me.

For the first time, Tomás smiled.

—Your voice was in hundreds of recordings from the station. I only had to cut out a few words.

—The new recording?

—I scheduled it from the server. The file appeared afterward because I set the timestamp myself.

Vera looked toward the table.

—And the broadcast?

—Álvaro had recorded part of the program before entering the cabin. I used the station’s delay system. While everyone was listening to his voice, he was already dead.

A noise from the hallway interrupted them.

The door opened.

Inspector Salvatierra entered with two officers.

Tomás turned too late.

—We heard the confession —said the inspector.

Tomás tried to escape through the cabin’s back door, but one of the officers tackled him to the floor.

Vera remained beside the tape player.

—Does the tape prove that Lucio died here?

—Yes —Salvatierra replied. —But we still need to find the body.

Tomás closed his eyes.

That reaction confirmed what was missing.

The police searched the station throughout the night. They found a trapdoor beneath the old staircase leading to the transmitter. Under it was a narrow space covered with fresh cement.

Inside, they found Lucio Ferrer’s remains.

They also found a box containing documents, recordings, and the names of people Tomás had blackmailed for years.

Álvaro had discovered the box and tape number nine.

That was why he had died.

Before leaving the station, Vera returned to the control room. The file containing her voice was still open on the screen.

She played it one last time.

—Do not open Cabin B.

This time, she noticed something she had not heard before.

Beneath her voice, there was another breath.

Álvaro’s.

Vera opened the original file and found a fragment added at the end.

The host’s voice whispered:

—If you’re hearing this, you already know who did it.

Then there was a pause.

—But we still need to find out who helped him.

Vera looked at Salvatierra.

—Was Tomás acting alone?

The inspector picked up tape number nine.

—We’ll find that out during the investigation.

The red light in Cabin B went out.

Radio Horizonte remained closed for three months. When it went back on the air, Vera took Álvaro’s place.

She did not host a program about unsolved crimes.

She talked about Lucio Ferrer.

And before she began, she placed tape number nine on the table inside a transparent box.

So no one could hide it again.

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