CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: The Search for Her Kidnapped Daughter

Kevin entered the hospital where Mirabel had been admitted. The air was crisp and clear—except for the smell of antiseptic which lingered above. He went into the room to meet Mirabel’s mum sitting on the corner of the hospital bed.

She was engaged in an interrogative conversation to Alex, who sat facing her on an old, rusty armchair. He put down some information, which he considered vital, on a little note—until Kevin interrupted when he pushed the pewter white door open.

“I apologize for taking so long.” he said, trotting towards the distressed woman.

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

“T-this is Kevin,” Lena stuttered, tears trickling her eyes. “H-h-he is the one I told you about who has been helping me and my daughter.”

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