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Chapter 7– An Orphan Child(7)

A short break followed, when things totally calmed down. Only Officer Blanc probably still wondered ... why he saw a dragon at Mr. Dragoesti's temple, considering that now ... there was nothing else there. He was struck dumb.

'Do you want to see the girl, Mr. Vlad?" Wheatsone dared say. 'She's at one of the neighbours..."

'Yes ... I ought to see her. If she's nearby ... I'll go see her. She's the daughter of a relative of mine. Even though she's a very distant niece, she's still part of the family."

'Officer Gangsley, let's take Mr. Dragoesti to the flat below us. There's the little girl ..."

The officers and the neat gentleman went to the ground floor on a stairway that seemed to be crying at every step taken by the officers. Gangsley Taylor stared at Mr. Dragoesti all the way, but he didn't sketch a gesture and said absolutely nothing.

Eventually they came to that flat. There the door was slightly open, so the three entered the flat as if they belonged to it without considering that it was a stranger's house.

In the flat, there were two other police officers with the girl and an older lady, dressed perhaps too flirty, looking almost ridiculous. The lady was the owner of that apartment.

'Hello, I'm Deborah Stone ... Nick Stone's widow ...", the woman said standing up.

The lady, wearing a too low-cut dress, inappropriate for that visit, stuck her hand out probably to have it kissed by the gentlemen, as a sign of respect. Nevertheless, she only got a slight handshake from Gangsley.

'Would you like some coffee?" said the landlady, smiling anyway.

'No", Mr. Vlad Dragoesti said, cutting her words short.

'I called the police. I heard noise upstairs in the flat. Even though the wind and the rain made unspeakable noise, I still managed to hear the roar from above. As if it were a hurricane up there ..."

The lady sat down, but she kept talking:

'I could hear words I didn't understand. And as I got this device from the late Nick I called the police station of our sector. Fortunately, the forensic guys came quickly ... because otherwise the father could kill the girl too... The gadget was modified by my husband ... Nobody in the neighbourhood has such an exquisite object. I managed to call the police with it ..."

The woman kept talking very quickly. She was proud of her gadget, a phone that really had a superbly worked bronze holder.

'I'm not a meddling kind of person. In any case, I'm sure he killed her and then he killed himself…I felt something fishy with him…I'm glad the girl escaped his clutches."

'And then why does the room look as if something exploded in there?" Wheatstone inquired.

The woman didn't know what to answer. Her face let them know she struggled to find a plausible answer.

But Vlad Dragoesti wasn't interested in her words. He got close to the girl, completely ignoring the woman's attempt to present the object to which she gave too much importance.

'How rude of him," Mrs. Stone flared up to Gangsley.

Still, as she saw Mr. Gangsley smiling at her, she quickly forgot Vlad's lack of manners and kept telling him.

Even though he left the impression that he listened to her, the officer kept an eye on Dragoesti, a corner of his eye actually.

'He is a friend of the Prime Minister's ... of the British Empire," Wheatstone told Mrs. Stone, pointing to the obscure gentleman.

'Ooh…"

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