She was taking a sip from her espresso, her eyes were focused on the pile of papers held in her hand, she paused for a moment and kept her cup on the small table that was placed in front of her chair and picked a highlighter to mark the point. Reading again the lines she has highlighted she rests her back on the chair and engrossed herself in reading the pile.
“Abigail” she snapped, when Sebastien pulled the chair from her side and sat on it
“Did you find details?” she asked him the moment he sat giving him a glance before continuing her work
“No,” Sebastien said to her tiredly, looking at the floor
Abigail set her glasses on her small and straight nose, and rest the papers on her thighs she shifts her gaze on him
“How is it possible that you couldn’t find any details of that person, not any call trace even?” Abigail was not happy after listening no from him and didn’t bother to hide
“Whoever is the person he definitely knows how we work he has the understanding of structure we use to trail any person” Sebastien being in the detective department, having access to all devices was unable to find the person who keeps calling his colleague once in every week asking information about Abigail
“You want to say the person belongs to the same field as you?” Sebastien shrugged his shoulder at Abigail’s question 
“Don’t you have any doubt on anyone that you think could be behind you?” Abigail shook her head
“I wish I could get any hint” there was silence after that. Both have nothing to say about this anymore. When Dylan’s raspy voice took their attention, Abigail raised her eyebrows at him
“What happened Dylan?” Dylan took deep breaths to bring back his heartbeat to its proper rhythm
“Chloe, her mother received a call” the words that left his mouth were enough to make Abigail and Sebastien leave their places swiftly
“What they said to her?” this time Sebastien was one to ask, but Dylan didn’t answer him, he had a pained expression on his face


Case Solved

Charles was resting his back with the bed crown, his eyes were closed, and had clasped Adele’s hand, weariness evident on his face. 


He slowly opened his eyes which were red due to the fight with himself, moving his gaze to Adele, who was sleeping peacefully for ten years. He smiled softly, Abigail was just like her mother, same hair and face, except the eyes that she got from him. 


“Do you know our daughter is a young lady now, my friends were saying to me today, we should marry her to a decent and handsome man, as she never had a boyfriend so we should take a lead” he starts talking with his wife, to forget his pain and agony for few minutes. 


“Adele, she reminds me of you, the way she smiles, she pouts. It seems like you are standing in front of me” a tear escaped his eyes, he touched her hand from his lips softly. 


Sad Night