Every day that passes, I feel closer to the great José Luis Ábalos, and now, when I look at photographs and see that half-smile, I understand why he was smiling. If I admired him yesterday, I venerate him today. We read in the ARA that a unit of the Civil Guard, the UCO, "has informed the Supreme Court that the day they searched [Ábalos's] house in Valencia, a woman who was with him tried to leave the house with a hard drive hidden in her pants under the excuse of taking the dog for a walk." It seems like a good trick if it weren't for this, which we also read in AHORA: "[Ábalos] asked the officers if his companion could go out for a walk and take the dog. However, before that, he told the woman to take "something for breakfast," and went to a room in the house."
Taking the dog for a walk is always a very good alibi. I know the case of a being who used this excuse every time he went to the brothel. He would load the beast behind the car and, in theory, they would go to the riverbank to play with it. frisbeeBut the family began to suspect because the dog—who had been locked in the trunk during all his free time at the brothel—would hide under the sofa and bark whenever he saw the man grab the leash.
Ábalos missed the point. Telling the woman to take the dog out worked. But telling her to bring breakfast didn't. She wasn't going to work or school. Who would tell an adult to bring lunch to take the dog out? What breakfast? Some cookies? A sandwich? One of those juices with a straw? An apple? It would have been much more believable if he had given her a bag to pick up the dog's poop. The PP wouldn't make a mistake like that.
