11.
On the way back, I sat in the back seat and sank into deep thought. Laura promised me she'd help me take Alfred's place, but I was not stupid enough to believe her.
How could it be so easy to replace Alfred, a living person? Besides, I was guilty of murder.
To be honest, I was jealous of her. She didn't do anything, and the real Laura just disappeared.
The fake Laura asked me to help her change the bracelet, but it didn't have to be that troublesome. She and Alfred could take what they needed.
She could trade those photos for the bracelet.
But I was the only one who understood that. There was zero trust between them. All they would do was stay on guard against each other, hide in the dark, and play dirty tricks.
When I returned, I planned to lay my cards on the table with Alfred and ask him for the bracelet. Anyway, he wanted nothing but the photos.