All Chapters of THE ATTRACTION OF DOUBT: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DanielThe cool evening wind swept through the city, carrying whispers that mingled with the bustle of the street. I stood there, alone, on the sidewalk, hands buried in the pockets of my coat, my gaze lost in the movement of passersby going about their business. Everything seemed normal, as if nothing had changed. But inside, I knew something had shifted. Something I couldn’t quite grasp yet.I had spent the entire day replaying every moment with Claire in my mind. Her words, her gaze, her body tense with emotion—all of it haunted me. I was supposed to be a cop. I was supposed to keep my emotions in check, never let myself be overwhelmed. And yet, every time I thought of her, a wave of heat coursed through me. The attraction I felt toward her unsettled me, made me vulnerable, and that vulnerability terrified me.The interrogations had begun, but nothing was as simple as I had believed. Claire wasn’t the murderer I had imagined. Her answers, though evasive, carried a painful truth I c

DanielThe hours stretched on as I remained in the cell, facing Claire. The silence between us was heavy, almost tangible, like a veil of tension settling in the air. I knew this conversation would determine the course of my investigation, yet I couldn’t shake off the strange feeling of confusion and doubt. My instincts as an investigator clashed with a wall of contradictory emotions—a whirlwind of fear, guilt, and desire.Claire, her eyes filled with unshed tears, avoided my gaze, one trembling hand gripping the bars. I could see her struggling against her emotions, against a truth that seemed to overwhelm her."Claire..." I finally said, my voice hoarse, broken by uncertainty. "I don’t know what to believe anymore."She slowly lifted her head, her eyes shimmering with obvious pain, and I realized I no longer knew how to judge her. My thoughts were a mess—I was supposed to be impartial, yet I couldn’t ignore the desperate look in this woman’s eyes, a woman who, despite everything I k

DanielThe sun was slowly sinking on the horizon, casting a soft, muted light through the windows of the police station. I was back in my office, but my mind was elsewhere. Lucien’s last words, heavy with innuendo, were spinning in my head like a whirlwind. Was I allowing myself to be manipulated by this man? Or, worse yet, was I getting involved in a story whose depths I barely understood?I no longer had time to waste. What I had uncovered so far was just a small piece of the puzzle, and each new discovery only added more layers of mystery. Claire... My fascination with her, this mix of desire and the duty to uncover the truth, was starting to erode me more deeply than I had expected. But I couldn’t give in to temptation. Not yet. I had sworn to seek the truth, no matter where it led me.I stood up abruptly, my mind whirling. I walked toward the door of my office and slipped through the dark hallways of the station. This wasn’t just another murder. It wasn’t just another case in my

DanielMorning rose over a still-sleeping city, the sun's rays timidly filtering through the curtains. I found myself in my small apartment, eyes fixed on the file I had left lying on the table. The evidence I had gathered so far—the contradictory testimonies and, most of all, the link between Claire and the murder—tormented me. I knew I had to move forward with the investigation, but the more I thought about it, the harder it became to separate the truth from my own feelings.The situation had never been this complicated. I wasn't just an investigator searching for the truth; I was also a man torn between my duty and what I felt for Claire. Every gesture, every look exchanged with her made me lose a little more of my objectivity. I knew it, but I couldn’t stop it. It wasn’t blindness—no. It was the intensity of my emotions that, little by little, was taking over.I sighed deeply, staring at the file. I needed answers. No matter what, I had to dig deeper. The key was there somewhere—I

DanielThe next morning, I woke up before dawn, my mind racing. The night had been short, haunted by images of Claire, the blurry silhouette of the mysterious woman, and buried secrets I had yet to uncover. I looked at myself in the mirror—dark circles under my eyes, my face weary. The weight of the investigation was heavy, and every step I took seemed to pull me closer to the abyss. But I couldn't stop. Not now.I took a quick shower, put on my uniform, and headed to the station. The morning silence echoed my restless thoughts. I had promised Claire I would find the truth. But at what cost? Every minute spent on this case pushed me further into a spiral where love and justice clashed, creating a gaping chasm.Upon arriving at the station, I went straight to my office. Captain Lemoine was already waiting for me, arms crossed, a severe expression on his face."Daniel," he began, "we have the autopsy results. The details don’t lie. The victim was killed at close range, with a precision…