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Chapter 2: A Fatal Encounter

作者: Déesse grecque
last update 最終更新日: 2025-01-29 04:11:49

Daniel

The next day, the air was heavy with promises and unsaid secrets. I stood before the massive wooden door of Claire's apartment, my heart pounding harder than I would have liked. The rain had finally stopped, but the humidity lingered in the air, creating a palpable tension. I raised my hand to knock, hesitated for a moment, then, resigned, knocked three times, each strike echoing through the silence of the building.

The wait seemed endless. My mind wandered, recalling the previous interrogations. Claire, calm and distant, answered my questions with chilling precision, yet there was a void hiding in her eyes. That intense gaze, too piercing, seemed capable of seeing through me, and it had disturbed me more than once. There were times I wondered if I truly understood her. It wasn’t just her beauty that captivated me; it was her aura. I felt inexplicably drawn to her, as though she held secrets I was destined to uncover. But at the same time, I knew I had to treat her like any other suspect. It was a matter of honor.

The door opened slowly, and Claire appeared in the doorway. She wore a simple but elegant black dress, her pale complexion accentuated by the soft light from the entrance. Her brown hair, damp from the rain the night before, fell in neat curls around her face. A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved her lips.

"Inspector Martin," she said. Her voice was soft, but the tone carried a certainty, one that suggested she knew she controlled the situation.

I felt a shiver run down my spine, though I made every effort not to show it. "Claire, I need to ask you a few more questions about the night of the murder."

She stepped aside from the door, gracefully inviting me in with a gesture. I couldn’t help but notice the natural elegance in her movements. Every gesture seemed calculated, each movement precise. Part of me felt overwhelmed by a strange fascination, but I forced myself to remain calm.

The inside of the apartment was just as refined as Claire herself. Modern furniture, minimalist sculptures, but also personal touches that revealed a distinct taste for art. The main room, spacious and bathed in light, was carefully decorated. Yet, there was something unsettling about this perfect place. I felt a sense of discomfort, as though this beauty was just the shell of a much darker truth.

Claire gestured for me to sit on a black leather sofa. She settled across from me, crossing her legs with a slow, almost theatrical motion. Her gaze fixed on me, but no words left her lips. She was waiting, as always, for me to take the lead.

I searched for the right words, my hands tightly gripping my knees. "You know why I’m here, Claire. I need to understand. Not everything adds up… your alibis, your statements, there are contradictions. You were the last person to see the victim alive."

She raised an eyebrow slightly, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. "I’ve already told you everything I know, Inspector. I don’t know what else you expect from me."

"I expect the truth, Claire." The response came out more sharply than I had intended. I took a deep breath. "It’s obvious you’re hiding something."

Her smile widened slightly, but no words came from her. She remained calm, observing every movement I made with unsettling attention.

I felt my patience begin to wane. I stood up abruptly, pacing the room, my gaze sliding over the objects scattered about. I paused for a moment in front of a painting. A dark, tormented piece, almost macabre, that radiated a malevolent energy. "This painting…" I said, pointing to the artwork. "It’s fascinating. But it’s also… disturbing

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