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11. HE LOOKED LIKE A PEDOPHILE
His car was parked perfectly in the basement of a downtown skyscraper. Without saying anything, he opened his car door, ran around to the passenger seat, then forcibly removed Alain’s body from the car.
The one who was forced was struggling as he tried to escape, but René’s strength was apparently greater so that his arm didn't manage to escape the painter’s grip.
They then headed to the elevator. As soon as the elevator door opened, René immediately dragged Alain inside. He pressed the button with the number 17, and as the elevator started moving upward, no one made a sound.
The elevator was very luxurious. The four sides were made of shiny material, even able to reflect their reflection like a mirror. It was from the reflected image that René could see the frightened expression of Alain, who was standing beside him. Did he look like a kidnapper now?
One heavy breath, and René spoke up, “I don’t m
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