I informed him briefly, and he fell silent with a lost gaze, as if he was trying to remember, and not precisely our encounter in New York, because I was sure he remembered it perfectly.
-It's impossible, on Friday he went out with his friends like every Friday night.- He said incredulously, and I sighed tiredly, finding it hard to believe that this man was so blind and, worst of all, he refused to believe something we had evidence of.
-Well, if we remove the beard, the suit and tie, and ignore the passionate kiss, you could say it's a friend, but unfortunately, it's Paul Dubois with his wife.- I said, taking Vincent's phone to look at the photo in more detail, although I had lost count of how many times I had seen it.
-We don't have to lie, here you can see the date, time, and location
