Making a choice

Olivia and I stared into the large screen monitor in the hospital’s security office, having found the exact frame where the M was brought into the hospital.

Olivia recognized one of the Auclair guards and pointed him out, but the woman beside him, who was pretending to be his wife to complete the image of a family bringing their son to the hospital, was unfamiliar.

M’s face wasn’t visible on the security footage in all the four security cameras which had captured him from different angles.

Olivia huffed in frustration.

“Take us to your director.” I turned to one of the security officials in the room with us.

He stood at attention and said, “He’s not on seat.”

“Then take us to whoever is on seat.” I said, and he gave me a nod, walking out the door.

We followed behind, and arrived in an office with a floor-to-ceiling window that looked out to a park.

In the wet darkness of tonight, the park looked ghostly, something from a horror thriller, and I looked away, my eyes stopping on th