wever, looked at the s

d you say somethi

e said

Wheatston

in London before. You can imagine,

icer. He got close to the nightstand the policem

t anything written there. Vlad opened it and saw only blank pages as white as fresh

cting the photo was broken because of that young officer's awkward

ring glasses, a dark-haired woman, very beautiful. Her hair was very lon

became extremely disturbed. A man so self-controlled look

here did you take

looked at each ot

ficer Blanc mu

that the rod made a sound as if cracking under the force of

...!? THE CHILD

ppearing in Mr. Vlad's temple area. A tattoo ... with a green dragon. Maybe because of fear, the officer

alked about the child in the picture. But that

leman asked, so angry and loud that

That's why I didn't know what you

d Dragoesti's face expressed, lit up in a moment. Moreov

's a g

probably still wondered ... why he saw a dragon at Mr. Dragoesti's temple,

r. Vlad?" Wheatsone dared say. "

her. She's the daughter of a relative of mine. Even though

r. Dragoesti to the flat below

med to be crying at every step taken by the officers. Gangsley Taylor stared at Mr.

htly open, so the three entered the flat as if they belong

girl and an older lady, dressed perhaps too flirty, looking

.. Nick Stone's widow ...",

uck her hand out probably to have it kissed by the gentlemen, as a sign

coffee?" said the lan

goesti said, cutti

ugh the wind and the rain made unspeakable noise, I still managed

down, but she

or. Fortunately, the forensic guys came quickly ... because otherwise the father could kill the girl too... The gadget was m

was proud of her gadget, a phone that r

he killed her and then he killed himself...I felt somethin

ook as if something exploded

er. Her face let them know she str

lose to the girl, completely ignoring the woman's attempt t

" Mrs. Stone flar

ng at her, she quickly forgot Vlad's

listened to her, the officer kept an eye

of the British Empire," Wheatstone told Mr

oh

heard what important people she accommodated. Af

p... maybe journalist

m to freshen up a little, casting

d at the little girl. He slightly leaned o

the picture. A thin, beautiful girl, with long blond hair, longer than shoulder length haircut, dressed in a cute

too, that green dragon. The tattoo seemed to imperceptibly m

image of the dragon that appeared and disappea

our name,

nswered the girl

ept watching the little girl, with his smile fading

our pare

dad ...?" the little g

as if expecting them to tell t

ne for a while," Gang

how to tell the child that her beloved parents wer

he most precious gift ... you. And I came to t

t foreign gentleman, but this

t I come

I will come after you ... or send someone to

spoke to them chiefly, as if he

r. The girl will stay at t

e little girl s

ou will be fine there ... and your parents are now in the palm of the angels. An

d out of the room as if he counted