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Chapter 13

"Is that you? Yeah?" Becky asks looking at this adorable drawing Lyra did.

Lyra answers with an enthusiatic nod.

"And is that me?"

"That's Sam and this is you." Lyra says pointing at the figures she drew.

"It's beautiful."

"And that's Dad."

"Maybe he'll come down from heaven for some cake!" Lyra says looking up. The sight almost cracks Becky. But she held it together.

"What kind of cake do you want?"

A sudden knock interrupted them.

"Shall we see who it is?" Becky asks before lifting Lyra into her arms and moving to open the door.

Once the door is opened, Lyra immediately jumped into the arms of the person at the door.

"Sam, it's my birthday!"

"I know." Freen says with her adorable smile.

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"I have a gift for you. Infact I'd like you to meet someone." Freen says bringing the girl towards her car. Once she puts Lyra down on the ground she goes to open the door. As soon as the door opens a cute little puppy jumps out.

"What's his name?" Lyra asks, whose face lights up like fireworks.

"Whatever you want it to be."

"Zimba.." Lyra says after thinking for a moment.

"That's a really good name. You wanna play with him?"

"Yes!"

"Go ahead." Once Lyra runs off with the puppy, Freen turns her attention back to Becky who almost had tears in her eyes. For a minute Freen wondered if she did something wrong.

"He lived somewhere ugly and I thought he deserved to live in a beautiful place and this is the most beautiful place I know. I'm sorry, I should have asked you."

"No, not at all. Quite the contrary. I like him." Becky says before walking closer to Freen and embracing her in a tight hug.

"Thank you, Sam. It's her first birthday
without Saint and... I didn't know what to do to see that smile, so thank you."

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"When you showed me all that evidence, I wasn't capable of seeing it." Heng says as soon as Freen settles infront of him in his office.

"Seeing what?"

"Well, it's like you said. Someone about to kill himself doesn't make plans for the future. And they most definitely wouldn't ask their wife for a baby."

"So?"

"So I don't think Saint killed himself." He stops for a minute giving Freen enough time to digest what was told before continuing.

"For now it's only a hunch, but...I think I know where to start looking. Anyway, that's what I wanted to tell you."

"Do you really think Saint was murdered?" Freen asks, her mind suddenly going in spiral.

"Like I said it's just a hunch. Still just a feeling, but it's been a while since I had one. But first off, I need to get everything in order. I'll question the neighbors again, go over the evidence."

"Can I do anything, in the meantime?
Help in any way?"

"This is my job, Freen."

"I promise to let you know if there's any news. Most importantly, be discreet about this. It's the only way you can help me."