COLD REVENGE'S
Part 64's. Hans Dench
Upon receiving it I immediately looked at the glass in front of me.
I looked carefully at the reflection on the glass. A man who is no longer young. His body was a bit fat, his face had yet to be fully seen as he lowered his head.
Wh who? When his face lifted I recognized him. Detective Cohen? Since when did he follow me? So what's Colin doing here? He followed me?
Forget it. I had to disappear first from Cohen's sight. I paid for what I wanted before disappearing into a crowd in an outdoor lobby featuring live music.
I called Colin.
"You can see me? Is Cohen still following?" I asked him directly.
"I couldn't see you when you joined the outer lobby, but the man also seems lost right now. I'm on the top lobby stairs."
"Do you know where he followed me?"
"No, I just saw him watching you. But I think he saw you in the mall."
"You following me?"
"I just happened to meet you." I can't believe it's a coincidence, he's following me. Why is he following me. "Cohen who? I feel like you mentioned it." The question arises then.
"He's a corrupt cop Dench's friend. I don't think he believes I'm in New Jersey."
"Where are you going, I'm going to drive you home?" I mentioned my position to him. I wonder why he ended up watching me.
I'm sitting next to him now.
"Why are you following me?"
"I just happened to see you and then see that person watching you."
"I can't believe in coincidence."
"Just believe it or not." He did not give up on the difference of opinion. "That Cohen, he's probably still curious about you. He ever see you?"
"Of course, but it was 15 years ago. When I was wearing glasses, maybe. Like I look in the official photo. The difference is quite significant. Because the dress is different.
"You don't need to move?"
"I didn't follow you I told you." I saw him with annoyance. Alright. I'm not gonna ask you again.
"If Emma and Tara's faces were different enough, she couldn't have followed you. Maybe you'll be sought."
"I'm not afraid they're looking for me... I'll tell you I'm Tara Reiley according to the identity I have. If I'm found out Emma's the one who put them down is the DEA. You don't have to worry too much." I won't see him again tomorrow.
I wanted to get away from her and ended up finding her again. What a shitty ending.
"Let me down in the lobby of that building." I pointed to a building that was a cinema.
"You wanna watch?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Can I come?" I looked at him.
"No."
"Why."
"Happy alone."
"I'll just come along. I don't have anything to do."
I think he's kind of made me a vacuum filler this weekend. Julien it may still be unforgettable. Alright since he's been too good to me what you can do, this overly kind Senior somehow has someone like him. I took another breath.
A phone call from a number I don't know. Who's this. I raised....
"So apparently you're Johnson Wright's son. Emma Wright's. Why don't you tell Uncle Dench you're in LA."
This is Dench, the traitor's friend himself. He still thinks I don't know what he's done.
connect tomorrow...
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