"That son of a b***h" I whispered, thinking of the man who attacked her.
That wretch made her cry, made her feel afraid, gave her nightmares. And the worst part is, she was alone; I couldn't help her… that's when I thought of Alexander.
I shake my head and without realizing it, I have arrived at the police station.
I park, get out of the car. The building is not particularly imposing.
But it has that air... Cool and functional.
I enter and an officer greets me.
"How can I help you?"
"I'm here because of the case of Clara Sinclair... Last night someone broke into her home."
The man nods. The recognition is immediate.
He nods.
"Yes, of course. Come in."
He guides me through corridors, doors, offices.
Everything feels... routine for them.
But not for me.
We entered a room, there
