“All right,” the sheriff interrupted, because the conversation was drifting. “You said your wife smelled different.”
“Yes. That’s when I discovered she had been talking to this cat more than once, and that she deliberately hid it from me — or maybe not. Maybe the cat was trying to find a way to get close to me again, and ran into her by chance. And not only that: when I confronted him in the woods, the cat promised to leave the area in a day or two, but he ended up staying more than two months; he packed up and moved into a hotel downtown. That started to make me nervous.” Alexander continued with the same seriousness as before. “By then, nothing felt like coincidence anymore. The cat met with her behind my back. He did something to my wife, or he told her something.”
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