95 - Fred

"Waiting for me? “I asked.

"Elide said you would be interested in talking to her," said Bruce, smiling in his strange way. "So she gave me the address so you can look for it and don't waste time making unnecessary turns.”

I opened a singing smile. There was something very wrong there. Not only because Elide already imagined that I would first have looked for her in the BDSM club, but because of the way the man tried to disguise the anxiety. If I hadn't had a great ability to understand a person's body language, I would have let go unnoticed the way his shoulders looked bent, as if on alert.

Madeleine was no longer by my side, apparently, she thought she should forget that we were on a search mission and got stuck among the dancers. She wasn't dancing, but anyway, she was among them. You could still notice the dark hair and the skinny body trying to make way. Whatever she saw, I didn't notice either.

In fact, I couldn't even watch my sister, because she had a weird feeling in her chest