“Alec!?”
Liz looked at her brother who stood silent near the bed. He still had Jasper's hands in his own. He had his eyes lowered, deep in thought. All he could see was Jasper's hands.
“Alec!” She went towards him in anger. “How the hell do you know the man who kidn*pped the kids, explain?”
“Sir, we have to ask you to come to the precinct.” Detective Lisa said, her eyes and ears attentive.
“When?” Alec mumbled, he looked up at Jasper. “When did you see him with me?”
“The week after Thanksgiving, when we met for coffee in that small cafe opposite the central park. You were talking to him before I arrived. I asked you what happened, but you said it wasn't anything special.” Jasper explained, his tone wasn't accusing but rather curious.
“Steve!” Alec turned his head towards Jasper.
