What Happened Jane?
she asked herself, shaking her head as she stare at the mark for a couple of seconds.
She lay down again, sighing and closing her eyes. Was it real? Her head ached of questions rummage her brain, she wanted an answer but how? Eyes moving at the white ceiling of her room, recollecting the dream of finding a clue to it, the places, the man, the sound of his voice, the temperature of the place, the metals sound—yet no matter what, it’s all just a nightmare. It was not real. A knock on her office door brought her back to reality, remembering her talked to the chief two days ago about Christopher Edmonton. The department of narcotics will handle his case and plan to catch the man. She was hoping
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