#Chapter57
Dejectedly I came back into the car, my bodyguards trailing behind me till we all got in and drove off; my mind kept racing about the possibilities of her being alive but then again I saw her get shot, I watch her eyes flutters shut and the boat blew up in the sky. So why do I just have a feel what I saw in the crowded street is her?
/"Chto politsiya uznala o vzryve?/" (What did the police find out about the explosion?) He looks at me sceptically with a raise brow.
/"Nichego. Pochemu?/" (Nothing. Why?) He glance sceptically at me in that judgemental look taking his eyes off his tablet.
