The cloned phone in my possession is chock full of pictures, videos, andconversations with Rose. January 16th: that was the last point of contactbetween them. Over two months ago now.
I remember now that she took a week off at the end of January. I’d beenannoyed as hell about it and made no secret of that fact. But she gave me noexplanation, apart from the very vague, “I have family commitments.”
In retrospect, I feel like a f*****g asshole.
“Yo, bro,” Aleksandr greets as he walks in without warning. “‘Sup?”
“What do you have for me?”
He purses his lips and drops heavily into one of the chairs opposite me.“Once again, I see we are dispensing with manners. ‘Hello, belovedyounger brother of mine. How’s it going with yo
