Bruce's heart nearly froze as the car pulled into that familiar suburb.
He stared out the window, his brow furrowed: the villa that he had left just that morning was now the centerpiece site of a police lockdown. It wasn't even ten in the morning, and it was back? The joke was on him, it was too hard.
Around the villa, eight or nine police cars parked in an orderly manner, yellow cordon pulled up, like a silent warning. Through the iron gate, you can see the technical investigators shuttling in the garden and poolside, pointing out the survey, every inch of the land was carefully rummaged through.
The street patrol police officers wear old-fashioned CALL machines on their shoulders, and the atmosphere is even more gloomy than smoke.Bruce observed a passing lame dog, also shivering by th
