Chapter 20: The Bombing

Charles Debrun's POV

I was not happy as I looked at the piece that was left of St. Peter's Basilica. Bloody hell, it could have been us inside the building and blew up as well. We were one of the witnesses that Interpol questioned how they can come to this bombing.

"Have you notice anything peculiar?" A Scottish man was asking some questions at me as I was sitting at the back of the ambulance that was trying to find survivors from the explosion. I doubt it.

"Sir?" The man asked again as he was tucking away the notepad that he as using it to take notes.

"Mr. Durand, are you here with your wife?" He asked as I read the name tag. It pronounced 'Lattone'. I sighed as I was rubbing my face with my hands.

"Yes,"

"Is she safe?" He asked as I was looking around before I set my eyes on the familiar face that has French-braided her hair and she was talking to the officer that took her statement.

"Yes, as you can see," I said as I gestured to him where Kiara was standing right now.