The very next morning they met again as they had arranged.
-Are you sure about this?
-Yeah. We will just convised him that we arrived as a thank you cause of his testifition in court. With that way we can search for the papers.
-But...
-Just don't ruin everything. Knock the door.
She obeyed and then Hall opened it.
-Oh,hey..what are you doing here?
Carl poke Amanda's arm
-I just want to thank you again that you testified for my brother. Unfortunately he's still in prison. Not that this is your fault or something. The judges just...um...not that I have something against the laws. But it wasn't fair. It's not my job anyway. I don't know what kind of stuff they do or know like the murderer. I mean...
-Okay we got it. said Carl
She felt embarrassed but he suggested to have a cup of tea together.
Carleton loved it even if he thought it was to "british". He liked to reminds everyone of his italian roots. On the other hand, in Italy he preferred to talk about England using different kinds of exclamations. He considered it as a role-playing game and he liked that he could pretent to be something that he wasn't. It was fun.
-So how is the job hunting?
-I'm not in the market just yet. I want to focus on some other stuff for the time being. Plus my father needs my help. -And I decided to stay in London. My father is really upset. Can you bring us some milk?
-Of course
When he left the room Carl turned to the girl and said:
-Whatever I'll say don't react.
-What do you mean?
-Just do what I say
Hall joined them again.
-So Hall, do you really think that Clifford is the murderer?
Amanda almost got drowned with the tea but no one cared.
-I don't know...
Carl raised an eyebrow
-No. Except the fact that he was with us that night I don't think that he could ever do such a thing.
He looked at the beautiful girl. Then Carleton continued:
-That's what we believe too. We need answers. You wanna help?
Both of them froze while Carl was waiting for an answer
-So...?
Hall clicked but he finally agreed. -Wonderful. he looked at Amanda -Thank you so much Hall. I really don't know what to say.
-Well listen to me carefully. Last night I found some letters on my uncle's office. I'm sure there are more of them but...
Then Bill Bawson walked in the house. A short sun-tanned man in his 65s. He married Emily Bawson at the age of 18 and they had two children. Hall and Eve. Eve was killed at the age of nine when the neighbor's dog suffered from lisa and killed his own boss, two other dogs and some rabbits. They found her in the front yard with the guts outside and deformed face. It took specialist doctors to identify the body. Emily died one year later from grief. She refused to eat or drink. At the end of her life you could clearly see all of her bones. She didn't talk at all and her empty gaze was begging to see her daughter again. So, Bill was left to look after his five-year-old son. Now,18 years later, Hall had a great respect for his father.
-I didn't realised you had company -Don't worry about it. We were leaving anyway. But we should absolutely meet again.
-Absolutely. Hall agreed
-Tomorrow?
-Sure
Bill didn't pay attention to his son's anxious look.
- Can you bring me a lug from the warehouse?
Without a second thought, he went downstairs. There was this strange smell again and then he remembered. He messed up.
-What letters you were talking about? -Oh,yeah about that, I tought it was a good idea to seduce him with fake clues. So I falsified some letters. That will give us some more time. Sorry I didn't tell you earlier.
-That's okay. she kissed tenderly his lips -I can show you them now if you want to.
-I have to go home or my father will start shout at me again. Just one more thing.
-What?
-If you believe that Hall is the killer, why should we trust him by working together?
-Don't worry. Everything is under control