Uncle Richard was still in shock. It's been minutes already since he stared at the photos. But he was still too frozen to give any rational reaction.
I waited patiently till he calmed and snapped out of his shock. He looked at me with gravely confused eyes.
His lips were quivering. His hands had become way too sweaty, he had to rub them off on his shirt.
“Leonardo wouldn't betray your father,” he said, with a shaky voice. “He wouldn't because he loves your Father so much. He really wouldn't…”
“Yeah, I thought so too. But the pictures blatantly prove us wrong, don't they?”
He stared at the pictures again. Like he was wishing Leonardo would disappear from them.
“When were these taken?” He asked, casting me a glance.
“Last night…”
“Leonardo was here last night. He was here when Ele
