CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: THE SEARCH FOR HER KIDNAPPED DAUGHTER

Kevin entered the hospital where Mirabel had been admitted. Except for the smell of antiseptic which lingered, the air was crisp and clear. He went into the room and met Mirabel’s mum sitting on the corner of the hospital bed. She was engaged in an interrogative conversation with Alex, who sat facing her in an old, rusty armchair. He was putting down some information, which he considered vital, on a little note—until Kevin interrupted when he pushed the pewter white door open.

“I apologise for taking so long,” he said, trotting towards the distressed single mother.

“Mrs Lena, who is this, please?” slightly pissed, Alex asked, his eyes following Kevin as he came in and sat beside her.

“T-t-this is Kevin,” Lena stuttered, tears trickling down her eyes. “H-h-he is the one I told you about who’s been helping me and my daughter.”

“Hello Kevin, I’m inspector Alex Krevoy, head of state security.” He stretched his hand for a handshake.

“Hello, inspector.” Kevin grabbed his hand firmly. “H