Nicole?!
Malz's eyes bulged, and he stood up uncontrollably from his chair, repeatedly asking—
"Nicole, are you Cotton's fiancée, Nicole?"
"Hmm."
Grandma Andor nodded, her eyes softening at the mention of 'Cotton's' name.
It was a radiance interwoven with longing and memories.
A light sigh filled with indescribable attachment.
In this sigh, Malz sat back down in his chair.
The old sheriff stared at the once comrade's fiancée and, after a full three to four seconds of silence, finally spoke.
"You killed the owner of 'Patrick Bookstore' and the editor-in-chief of 'Horn Report', Comms?"
"Hmm."
Grandma Andor nodded again, this time with a flicker of outrage in her eyes that even Linda could perceive, while the others fell into contemplative silence.
Especially the old sheriff, who furrowed his brows.
Everything was so evident.
He had already guessed the general situation.
However, there were still things the old sheriff needed to hear from Grandma Andor herself.
