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Chapter Thirty Two Raya St Claire
I only realized I wanted to talk to Ezra after he left the meeting room, but when I went downstairs, I saw him sitting on the couch, alone. He's the only one who knows about Archie and what happened in his office, when I've confronted him about just using me for my hacking abilities, but I have never told him about my new findings, that Archie was present when my family members were murdered.
I sit beside him, seeing him smile at me from the corner of my eye.
"I want to talk to you about something." I tell him.
"Sounds important." He replies, looking at me after he has shifted in his seat.
"It is important. Well, to me."
"If it's important to you, it's important to me." He says.
I smile at him, folding my hands together and setting them onto my lap. "Do you remember what I told you about Archie, that he used me for my hacking abilities?"
Ezra nods, licking his dry lips and wondering where this conversation was going.
"Well, he didn't." I tell him. "He didn't just use me for my hacking abilities."
"I don't follow." Ezra says, frowning at me.
"There were three men who murdered my family." I explain further. "And it turns out that Archie was one of them. He might not have pulled the trigger on any of my family members, but he was there that night they were murdered. He just stood there, watching."
I inhale deeply and exhale the same breath sharply, letting the words I have just voiced sink in, and not only to Ezra, but to me, too. I know that a few days have passed since I have found out the awful truth about Archie and his sudden need to take me under his wing, but I don't think that the news have fully sunk in just yet.
But I think it finally did right now, when I told Ezra.
"How do you know this?" Ezra asks. "You said they were masked men, how do you know that it was Archie?"
"The people who took me in and threw me into the van... well... they told me."
I look at him, seeing him try to process my words.
He's silent for a few seconds, and a few seconds turned into two whole minutes.
