What!? This isn't some cheesy movie scene where he can just say a dialogue and walk away!!
Who does he think he is!? A bollywood actor or something!?
I ran to catch up with heading back inside my mom's room, holding him by his hand.
"You can't just say a thing and leave like that! Explain yourself right now!"
"Huh? What do you want me to say Callie?"
I glared at him in disbelief, tightening my hold on his iron arm.
"Let's start with...how are we no different?"
He turned to face me this time, giving me attention.
"I don't know...?" He rubbed his chin, something going through his mind.
I raised my eyebrows. He leaned in, meeting my eyes.
"I guess we both are trying to save something. For you it's the world, for me it's the weapon."
I rolled my eyes. What he said earlier was something else. He was straight up lying right now and i had no idea what to do about it.
I let go off his arm, giving up. He strode back inside my mom's room, saying as he went,
"By the way, your mom is a bit stable now. But her condition will still remain permanent. I tried my best."
"Okay....."
I folded my arms.
He has something else in his mind. I just have to figure out what it is.
Sound of people chattering and crowding came downstairs.
"Hmm...wonder what is that all about..."
I rushed downstairs, promising myself to catch up with my mom afterwards.
My view adjusted to a crowd of people huddling around cameraman ans tripods.
"Great place to have media around."
Fiona joined me in, standing beside me.
"Media?" I asked, staring at a bunch people with tense shoulders and rubbing chins.
She nodded.
"It's a new thing here in Ireland. Actually, everywhere these days because of the bombings and killings happening by these terrorist organisations."
"I see..."
A man stood in the heart of the crowd, probably the one about to get interviewed. Me and Fiona came closer, tip toeing our way to see who it was.
"Probably the local Ireland officer."
She suggested. I nodded.
"I guess?"
Silence cut through in the crowd, indicating that the interview had began.
Me and Fiona whistled our way amidst tall backs, peeking in.
A young lady with braided hair and typical black reporting suit stood with a microphone, addressing the camera.
"Hello ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Ireland News Network. After initially refusing to co-operate with us, we finally have officer Brady with us, the man on ground during the time of Andrea's murder, reportedly a CBI officer from LA."
I leaned my head in, double checking if I had heard it correctly.
How the heck does media know that Andrea is a CBI officer!? The only person who knows that is Taylor and Donnor...
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