Tristan got back in the evening and saw Kate sitting on the couch. The TV wasn't on, and the fat cat wasn't with her. She sat up straight and looked at him coldly and strangely.
He knew what happened. He strolled to her and said in a neutral tone, "How was it? Meeting with an old lover?"
Kate stood up and didn't reply. She stared into his eyes and said, "Max's fight was your scheme?"
Tristan stared at her for a few seconds and replied, "Yes."
Kate's heart sank. She had a little expectation that he would deny this.
Tristan looked at her and ridiculed, "The police helped you analyze this?"
The reply to his question was a moment of silence. A slap on her face. It made a loud clap. Before she could feel the pain, Tristan grabbed her wrist and squeezed the words between his teeth, "Are you crazy?"
She had tears in her eyes all of a sudden.
"Why?" she asked softly and then raised her voice, "Why? Because of the dimples on my face?"
