Chapter
Devon’t Add Up–2
“We’ll proceed with the corresponding legal protocol.”
There it is, the closure. The procedure, the standard. But for me… it’s not enough.
“I don’t want protocol”
I look straight at him.
“I want answers.”
The silence falls again, but more tense.
“We’re going to continue investigating,” he finally says. “But with what we have… The case is clear.”
I shake my head.
“No.”
It isn’t, but I know I’m not going to get anything more out of this. Not now… I stand up.
“If you find anything else…”
“We’ll let you know.”
I nod, turn around, and leave, but I don’t feel any better. On the contrary, that emptiness… that feeling…
is still there. Stronger, something doesn’t add up. And I know it.
I’m on my way to the exit and when I get there, then I see him.
Alexander.
The man is coming in, but he stops when he sees me. I do the same.
The moment… It’s uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, and quiet.
We looked at each other for a second, two, three. And I hesitated whether to say hello.
I thought about last night, Clara… about what she said, what she implied, what she didn’t say.
Everything is there, between us, but no one mentions it. Not here, not now.
I take a step, he does too. We stand face to face, very close.
“Ethan.”
His tone is serious.
Controlled.
“Alexander.”
I answered the same way, without nuance, without warmth. Without anything. Just the bare minimum.
There’s a second when neither of us moves, but we do. Because it’s necessary, because the situation
demands it.
But I’m frot convinced, I can see it. And yet… I try to make sense of it.
“Maybe he had already seen me…”
I mean…
“Maybe he followed me.”
My shoulders barely shrug.
“Maybe he saw something of value in me. A bag, a jewel. Something.”
“And he waited for the moment.”
I breathe.
“I don’t know…”
I look down.
“Let justice take care of it.”
I don’t want to carry that, I don’t want to judge. I don’t want to stay in that place.
I look up. And I notice something.
Ethan is looking at me… more than usual. More fixed, more… deep.
I barely frown.
“Is something wrong?”
He shakes his head.
“No…”
He pauses.
“I’m just thinking, what a coincidence that Alexander showed up… right?”
The air changes, subtle. But it changes.
I blink.
“Yes…”
I nod slo
“I’ve b
My
had the best days…”
A
It’s not.”
“We stand there, two men, two versions. Two interpretations of the same situation.
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