A Knock on His Door

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According to that brown-haired girl, the guy who saved her was indeed Devon. She did not know much about him because she immediately went unconscious after their encounter, but from her parents, she managed to find out that Devon was still new to the town, and he rushed Ella to the hospital with a twin sister of him, Dianne. They both seemed very kind.

Which was weird, because Ella swore Devon did not come with anybody else when he approached her on the bridge. Lucio concluded that Devon just met Dianne a few moments after Ella fainted-which exactly filled the missing gap in the puzzle of why he went bizarre and paranoid on that same night, and left the motel on the next morning.

"Such a..." Lucio punched the wall in his room while muttering curses to that ungrateful guy. So when luck decided to bring Devon to Dianne, he just decided to run away with her?

Lucio leaned back to his sofa, staring at his blue fist when he heard his phone ring.

"What do you want?"

"Manners, Lucio! You would be thanking me by the end of this call."

"Michelle?" Lucio stood up and quickly changed the tone of his voice. "Fill me in."

"A person just called a few minutes ago. His name is Nate-Nathan Avner, if I heard correctly. He said that he needs to meet you, so I gave him your address. I hope it's totally fine."

"Nathan Avner?" Lucio nearly shouted. "Michelle-thank you. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Lucio." For the first time, that middle-aged lady sounded friendly, even over the phone. Lucio could actually sense that she was smiling. "Seriously, I really pray to God that this one guy will be the last. You will stop looking for Dianne after this one, won't you?"

"I-I will," Lucio sighed.

"Then I can continue working here in peace. Having your father as my employer is already stressful enough for me," Michelle went back to her cranky, humourless self before cutting the line.

"Thank you, Michelle," Lucio said one last time, although he knew she could not hear him. And without question, a few minutes afterwards, he could hear a knock on his door.

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