Chapter 12 - "Crave" for a girl

Countless police cars filled Victor’s premises. The officers moved around like ants on the anthill. In the place where the snowman used to be, there was just a red spot of blood - Victor had already been put into the black bag. Over that bag lying on the snow, a flock of ravens flew in circles making ominous sounds. Was it a cry or anger? - that remained a mystery.

Nevertheless, the eyes of the whole country were turned to a different place - Samuel’s lighthouse. TV vans circled the building, hoping to catch the murderer’s face on camera - the face of a freak who killed a respected old man. And the tv vultures did so - two black officers led the handcuffed young man in tracksuits into the car.

Samuel’s face didn’t show any fear, but he was not by no means the same boy from the Column Hall. Three-day stubble covered his cheeks, and his look was at least ten years older than a couple of days ago. He became a grown man - a warrior who was determined to fight no matter what.

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