The photocopy machine worked as it should. Sheets of paper were copied perfectly. Its humming sounded like the heartbeat of that office, pulsing steadily in the orderly silence. Documents came and went, faces passed by like shadows. I stood still, my eyes watching the stream of paper emerging one by one, as if searching for something more than just a duplicate.
It had been two days since David last contacted me. Second by second, day by day, David and his case slowly faded. Strange people and hired killers slowly vanished from my world. I returned to my life, but my mind kept questioning things about David that things no one else knew.
I had plenty of information, but no solid evidence about the children. Nothing. As if I had found nothing at all. And yet, I knew so much even about David
