Chapitre 35: Chapter 35: Ransom, Part 15

Klempner

Mitch...

The alarm in her eyes from when she first saw me has faded, replaced by a kind of watchfulness. She's listening to the others, paying attention to Alexanders, Summerford, Haswell and his woman; their comments on the hospital footage...

... but all the while, she has half an eye on me.

As though I were a dog that might bite.

I'm here to bite...

But not you...

Not you.

How can so much time have passed, and you've changed so little?

Still so beautiful.

Even despite the redness around your eyes, where you've been spilling your tears...

Jenny.

Mitch's daughter.

My daughter.

Our daughter.

Regret wells inside, suffocating me. Almost disabling me.

Enough!

Time to think.

Time to act.

I return my attention to my screen.

*****

Michael

Kirstie sits bolt upright, aiming a forefinger at her screen. "That's him! That's the man who was asking about Charlotte."

All heads jerk up. We rise as one, clustering behind her.

"You're sure?" asks James.

"I'm sure."