ROMANO DEVORE:
She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, waiting eagerly for me to plug the flash drive in the laptop. I was also as nervous as she was to see who had killed my father.
I sat close to her, close enough to pull her close if she ever got scared, I held her hands, rubbing against them with my palm. I didn't know if I was trying to calm her down or calm myself down instead.
The laptop displayed Mr Montero,drinking from a glass while reading the papers, not what I had expected to see, but I remained calm, scanning the rest of the house the camera could pick, to see if I was missing anything.
“Andrew,” she muttered.
There he was, standing close to Mr Montero , with a knife in hands.
“I think you can stop watching here red” I cautioned but she pulled away from my hold to focus more on the video.
Then something unexpected happened, Mr Montero had fallen flat on the ground, convulsing And stretching his hands to Dress for his help, until he wasn't moving anymore. He lowered him
