Chapter 6 – An Orphan Child(6)

The Commander left. After that the police officers breathed a sigh of relief. Even the guy scolded by the Commander cracked a smile. Everything went better now, because the short and dumpy Commander, their stress, left them alone.

'Mr. Vlad ... the paramount question is how the two people died ... the Edwards? They were young; they didn't seem to be suffering. There's no trace of blood, no weapon, no wound to the two. I'm curious if the doctors who do the autopsy find out the cause of the death", Blanc started to talk.

'You won't find out anything, sceptics ...," Mr. Vlad whispered in such low voice, that none could hear his words.

Officer Wheatstone, however, looked at the stylish guy, inquiring.

'Excuse me ... did you say something Mr. Dragoesti?"

'No", he said sharply.

So Officer Wheatstone went on:

'There's never been a similar case in London before. You can imagine, all newspapers will write about ..."

Anyhow, Mr. Vlad didn't listen to the police officer. He got close to the nightstand the policeman hit, next to which several things were spread.

He picked up a notebook that looked like a diary with golden cover, but there wasn't anything written there. Vlad opened it and saw only blank pages as white as freshly milked moo juice. He dropped it back on the floor, because it was useless to him.

He then picked up a photo frame that was facedown. The glass protecting the photo was broken because of that young officer's awkwardness ... and because of the Commander who yelled at him, of course.

There were three people in the picture. There was a brown-haired man wearing glasses, a dark-haired woman, very beautiful. Her hair was very long and wavy ... and a very nice child, who seemed to be about 3 years old.

When Vlad Dragoesti saw the picture, his face got dark and became extremely disturbed. A man so self-controlled looked frowning at the two police officers and asked stammering:

'Where is he ... where did you take him ... the boy ?!"

The two officers looked at each other, interrogative.

'Which boy? Officer Blanc mumbled, smiling.

Mr. Vlad jumped to his feet, clenched his fists so tightly that the rod made a sound as if cracking under the force of his hands and got closer to the officer getting even darker.

'YOU KIDDING ME…!? THE CHILD IN THE PICTURE!"

The impenetrable man came so close to the officer that the latter clearly saw a tattoo appearing and disappearing in Mr. Vlad's temple area. A tattoo ... with a green dragon. Maybe because of fear, the officer imagined the tattoo was mobile, so he took a step back, very frightened. He didn't expect such a reaction.

'Excuse us, Mr. Dragoesti. I didn't know you talked about the child in the picture. But that boy you're talking about ... unfortunately ..."

'UNFORTUNATELY WHAT?" the fancy gentleman asked, so angry and loud that everyone there stopped their activity.

'That child is actually ... a girl. That's why I didn't know what you talked about ..." Blanc apologized.

Sunrise surrounded by wonderful rainbow, that's what Vlad Dragoesti's face expressed, lit up in a moment. Moreover, he smiled and gave a friendly tap to Blanc's shoulder.

'So it's a girl..."