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He still couldn't quite trust her to stay where she was. I'm just hanging out, in Bjorns Garden. She understood that he felt very insecure. I promise you.I will stay here. She meant it this time.He nodded and walked away, across Got Street.She watched his figure until he passed through the gates of the Civic Square Library and disappeared. He came back in his jacket, saw her, and suddenly his whole face broke into a happy smile, a smile so happy that it would confuse any crazy killer and make him run away.She smiled back at him and listened seriously as he described his plans. First, he would send an e-mail to the police, proving that she hadn't been there when the last murder happened.Horrified by this approach, she urged him not to tell the police where they had been and, above all, not to reveal his identity.When she said these words, she found that he was looking at him with the attitude of how stupid you think I am.He then pointed out that all it took was an email from his home computer for the police to know who he was.Of course, he had planned to use the library's terminal to protect his identity.

In this way, she left him in the library to do this, and she ran outside to wait for him in Bewyn Gardens.The Civic Square is full of people wandering around on a Saturday afternoon, but there are no familiar faces on the chairs near the center of the square. In less than ten minutes, he appeared beside her. What did you tell the police? I told the police they would find Sibylla on a chair in the Civic Square.Fersonstrom.But don't worry the police will swoop in because she's innocent. For a fraction of a second, she believed him, and then took a deep breath. Patrick, this is no fun.

I don't think you're going to laugh, what I'm really saying is I don't want to give names, but I know you're not a murderer, that's 100% sure. She suddenly had an idea. So how do you know for sure?I may have murdered other people.You just know I didn't go out and kill last night. Pooh!So you're super dangerous?Who do you think you're kidding? But seriously, what if it were me? His originally thoughtful eyes were gone. Then what?is that you She waited less than a second, then smiled and looked into his eyes. no.But lo and behold, you're not entirely sure.

Of course I'm sure, but you keep saying I don't trust you. He was a little annoyed, but so was she, she didn't want to be his exciting fantasy, a game to play with for a while. I just don't want you to take things for granted. His expression at the moment is mostly confused, obviously not understanding her point.Okay, okay, it means she's still in control, which is what she wants. They sat side by side, silent, thinking and looking at the people passing by.No one paid much attention to the two mismatched men and women sitting on the bench. Then two police cars roared past at high speed, but only flashed blue lights, asking vehicles on the road to avoid, and the siren was turned off.The police cars stopped in front of the library, and then a policeman jumped out of each of the two police cars and hurried into the library.

time to go. They glanced at each other, stood up, hurried down Tjarhovn Street, climbed the slope to Mosbacke Square, and sat down on one of the benches. , all the way without words.Thick dark clouds had covered the city like a cover for several days, but the sun chose to break out at this moment.Sibylla leaned back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the warmth and sunshine.She could go to one of those countries where there was a lot of warmth and sunshine, and then no one would ever find her again.But no, when she was a child, she couldn't go abroad with her parents, and now it's even more impossible to get a passport.

Then he broke the long silence. I'll go to my mom's office and check the computer records, okay? now? You can't do this kind of thing. can't you?I just want to. I won't let you go, you might end up in this shit, I don't want that. I have sunk! His voice was extremely sharp, and what he said couldn't be more real.Still, it was difficult for her to understand how forceful he would be, remembering how well-bred she had been as a teenager, anxious to please and reticent as a clam.Knowing this, she would rather never tell him her story.On the other hand, she could be wrong.Maybe it's good for young people to get a taste of breaking the law.

Is it possible to do so without being discovered? I'd show up at the police station and ask if my mom was there.As soon as they tell me she's not there, I can ask to wait for her in my mom's office. But you know she goes to class. Reception staff do not know. What if your mother is really in the police station? He had run out of patience with her lack of enthusiasm. God!I don't know, I'll find another way. He hasn't gotten into the whole thing yet, which isn't great. What if the police find you tampering with your computer? They won't find out. I mean, just in case.

He didn't respond, just patted his thighs with both hands and stood up. let's go! Where are you going? His face showed that he was thinking: Is it necessary to explain everything twice? Of course it's my mom's office! She stared at him intently.Was he the guardian angel sent to save her?Or the demon who finally pushed her into the abyss?There is no answer, only after the fact. While you're trying to sneak into the police station, don't you mind if I don't go with you? He grinned. Where do we meet afterwards?