小暑 [9] / [11]
<OK. I wish you're with me now.>
<Sorry, I will be back to you soon.>
<I can't wait. Take good care your aunt, I love you.>
He rummaged for awhile on the bed, and got to his feet. He measured the background of the video by this angle and that angle, searching the scenery and buildings which could be seen via Google Earth, but found nothing. It was night and too dark. It looked like a normal, private residence. The problem was this house had no conspicuous structural points, or anything that would allow for easy identification.
He decided to find out first where she had been kidnapped. He went to her room, and knocked lightly.
"Come in."
She said. He walked in. She still wore the same ripped clothing. He remembered that he didn't give her any clothes to change into.
"How do you feel?"
He didn't get to the point directly. He sat on the chair in front of the bed, where Violet sat.
"Better."
"Do you want some hot tea?"
"No, I'm good."
Alexander remained silent.
"Will you tell me what happened to you from the beginning?"
He broke the silence.
"……."
"I want to help you."
"If what you want to discuss is about the case or investigation, I don't want to talk about it now."
"……."
"To be with me like this...... This is what helps me,"
she gazed at him.
"Will you just tell me where you were kidnapped?"
He tried again.
"Will you give me some time? My thoughts are not very organized now."
You're killing me Violet, he thought.
"Ok, fine."
He stood up.
"Are you leaving me right now? While I'm in this state?"