Chapitre 652: Gahrye's Epilogue - Part 1

KALLE

Even though it was only five o'clock, the winter night had already fallen—along with at least a foot of snow—when Kalle opened the front door to find the same sandy-brown haired detective who had visited them every few days for the past couple months. But something was different tonight. When she opened the door he stood on the stoop without his badge, and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, despite the chill outside.

"Kalle," he said quietly. "I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I'm hoping we can speak privately for a few minutes?"

Normally the moment he showed up he was listing his reason for needing to speak with her or Eve, and his attitude of authority brooked no argument.

But tonight he seemed… disturbed. And his eyes… he stared at her, almost pleading.

Kalle was wary. "Of course," she said, though she didn't mean it. "We always want to help officer." She ushered him inside.