Chapter Nine: Imagining

Christopher D’Amico

Alessio chuckled. He seemed to find the situation amusing.

“Why did you call me here?”

Elizabeth asked after a sigh as if to reset the scenario.

"We need to find something, and the boss thinks you can help."

Alessio chimes in, freeing him from having to maintain the conversation for too long.

"If you can't come with us, then I can show you pictures."

"Pictures?"

She repeats this as she takes the phone that Alessio hands to her.

She looks at the building in the picture and swipes left to get various angles until she stops at one where a man is kneeling and covered in blood; it is there that she drops the phone.

"What the hell is that?"

Alessio manages to catch the falling phone as if he had anticipated it.

"I like it. It's one of my favourite pictures. The expression of someone seconds before they die. It's art."

Alessio defends.

Christopher didn't like Alessio.

His obsessions were not normal, and he could drop everything the moment he became obsessed with something