[Rasita Angga is still alive. He just called me.]
"What?" Both Mark and Stephanie exchanged glances at each other, faces at a loss for the new information. He was still alive? How could it be?
Didn't it mean the news was wrong? Or was it a fake death? But what for?
Both their minds ran a mile a minute, each trying to keep up with all the possibilities that happened.
Stephanie snapped her fingers all of a sudden. "It was him!"
Her gaze grew unfocused, as if she was watching some scenes on an invisible screen before her. It was Rasita Angga. The man whose voice sounded familiar to her during the attack on the fourth hearing in Brugge, at the hall of the Council tribunal . . .
It was him.
