wanted↠a.i

viii

"how do we know he was telling the truth?" adam asked me. we were in a plane leaving for venice already after going to the embassy.

"he is." i smiled. i was sure that this was the truth, there was no questioning it. venetian police was alarmed immediately and they were already on the streets.

the night was quiet, but i couldn't sleep. that murderer was out there preying for his next victim.

i read the note that said that all these people were somehow connected, i just couldn't believe it. i don't know him, i can't trust him.

and then it all happened in seconds. i was drinking a coffee to manage to stay awake the morning after and the phone rang.

he had turned himself in. irwin had turned himself in.

i rushed to get dressed and leave the hotel we were staying to run to the police station.

"ashton fletcher irwin, surgeon. i actually specify on transplants." irwin told me. i sat right across from him, his hands were on the table, strained in handcuffs.

"i know who you are, irwin. what i don't know is why you did what you did." i said, my eyes were piercing through his head, trying to decipher his intentions.

"you know that heart transplants are rare because, well, we don't have many volunteers. however that does not undo the fact that there is a list of 624 people waiting for a heart transplant." he continued talking and i really needed to stop him.

"what does that have to do with killing three people?" i yelled.

"you still don't get it." he snickered and looked down. "one day, a man and a woman approached me. they wanted to sell something." and that's when i caught up with him.

"organs. they were organ traffickers." we looked at each other and he nodded.

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totally made up number and i need to finish this book eventually