Feeling of indignation that causes anger. Appetite or desire for revenge.
Anger is the fourth of the seven deadly sins and the story chosen to illustrate it will surely cause the reader the same pain that the one signing it feels right now when writing it. Francisca González Navarro, Paquita, murdered her two children, Adrián Leroy and Francisco Miguel, four and six years old, respectively, with the sole purpose of inflicting as much pain as possible on her father. Like Medea that she took revenge on Jason causing him the worst damage, she Paquita used her children as a mere instrument of her wickedness.
On January 19, 2002, the Civil Guard was alerted to the murder of two children in a house at number 13 Calle Los Montesinos, in the Murcian town of Santomera. In the double room, the agents found the bodies of the two minors on the bed. Both had wounds to their mouths and visible marks on their necks. Lying and entangled on the floor, they picked up a phone charger cable, which they later confirmed was used to drown them.
Paquita and her eldest son, José Carlos, 14, were also in the house, and at first he assured that he had not found out anything and that it was his mother who woke him up because they had killed his brothers.
The attitude of that woman drew attention. She barely moved from the kitchen, where she drank coffee and smoked one cigarette after another, oblivious to the pain that was growing around her. At some point she insisted on going up to her room, but to change her clothes.
The father was not at home. A trucker by profession, José Ruiz was on his way to England when the Civil Guard located him in France and asked him to return.
That afternoon, the mother declared at the police station that someone she defined as "an Ecuadorian" broke into the house, breaking a window pane. That she accessed the bedroom in which she slept with the little ones and that she sprayed her with a spray that left her unconscious until she woke up in the morning, she discovered her children dead and that jewelry and money were missing at home.
The civil guards began to work at the crime scene, but nothing they found fit into that woman's story. In the bathroom a boom box had been smashed and a tape torn up and thrown down the toilet, which they tried to flush.
On her cheek, Paquita had a scratch, which she claimed had been made by the assailant; although she a few minutes before she had described him wearing leather gloves.
The father managed to get home at dawn. He had no enemies, he assured the investigators, no pending accounts with anyone capable of doing something like that to him. Cuddled up close to each other as they could, the couple led the massive farewell funeral. Paquita was shown this time dejected, broken, staggering and practically supported by her husband, behind the two small white coffins with her children.
By then, the Civil Guard no longer harbored doubts about the authorship of the mother, but they hoped that she could bury the children. That same afternoon, Paquita was arrested to the astonishment of her husband, who took a long time to compose himself and understand what was happening.
Paquita did not mind giving a statement, but to ensure that she hardly remembered anything of what had happened that morning at her house. She said that perhaps the assailant was the result of her imagination, but that she could not be sure either because she had been drinking alcohol and taking cocaine for hours, to manage the untenable situation that she suffered with her husband. She pointed out to him she was responsible for the tragedy. She accused him of being an abuser, who had been on the verge of killing her on several occasions, of being a pervert who had dragged her into the world of cocaine.
In the adjoining office, the eldest son changed his version and explained how that night his mother insisted that he change the batteries of the Walkman with which he slept at full volume. Around two in the morning he heard the crash of a window. But before he was awakened by the screams of his brothers. He confessed to having heard the children shout his name, asking for his help. It seemed to him that they were saying that they were drowning. But he thought it would be another scolding from his mother and he decided to turn up the volume of the music even more, turn around, and continue sleeping.
In the trial that was held the following year, it was proven that the woman first attacked the eldest, six years old. That her while she covered his mouth with one hand, with the other she tied the charger cable around his neck and stretched, while the child struggled until scratching her mother. She in the same way she later killed the little one. She put a washing machine and simulated the robbery scene.
At 9 in the morning he woke up the eldest and asked him to tell his uncles that someone had killed his brothers, but first he had to go to a bar and bring him tobacco.
The investigation determined that the woman had an obsessive and sickly jealous relationship with her husband. She could make up to 200 calls in a day to monitor her movements, or hire a taxi driver to follow her at all times.
The couple argued the morning the father saw his children alive for the last time, before leaving for England with the truck. Paquita recriminated her infidelity again and warned her: "I'm going to hurt you so much that you will never forget it in life." In her last message that her man sent her, he threatened her: "If you touch my balls more, I'll put you in a sanatorium." And she responded with: "Now it's time to dance, I'll turn off my phone."
Paquita appeared cold and unchanging at the trial. Not even the forensic report detailing the autopsy of her little ones altered her. At that moment she starred in a loud yawn, followed by a low voice request to her lawyer so that she would not forget to tell her sister that she bring her some yellow shoes.
The content of the cassette tape that Paquita tried to make disappear in the bathroom was never known. When she was asked, she said that she did not remember. The journalist Ricardo Fernández from La Verdad de Murcia is convinced that the murderer recorded the sound of the death of her children so that her father would never be able to forget that moment.
The woman was sentenced to 40 years in prison, of which she served 18 uninterrupted, after which she achieved the third degree. Her last lawyer, Melecio Castaño, who died last year, assured that Paquita had assumed what she had done and had the right to rebuild her life and start over.
