“are you elena vasquez's daughter?” “yes. why?” “i'm handling the sale of an old cinema your mother owned.” “my mother died eleven years ago.” “i know. that's why this is unusual.” “what do you mean?” “she left instructions that the cinema must never be sold until you came to collect something.” “collect what?” “i don't know. she sealed it in the projection room and gave me one condition.” “what condition?” “that i hand you the key personally.” “why didn't she just give it to me before she died?” the solicitor looked at an old photograph on his desk. “because the man who left this photograph with her was the reason she bought that cinema.” “who is he?” he turned the photograph around. “i think you should sit down before i tell you.”