Who is the biggest liar of them all?
Marked COMPLETE on 30/06/2018
❛❛A shattered mirror can be deceptive.❜❜
It all started with a cracked mirror.
Everything changed with a coincidence.
A mirror can't lie, that's what the onlooker thinks. But don't f...
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Sanchez woke up, his head throbbing, his limbs numb. He tried to move his hand to touch the back of the head and remembered that he was tightly bound. Weakly, he moved his head around to observe his surroundings. He was on a chair in the centre of a poorly lit room. A jug of water and a take-out meal stood on a small table in a corner. To his front left, he realized, there was a door and a brawny man stood there, his hands folded and eyes disinterested. He was some kind of guard, it seemed. It looked like he had also observed Sanchez fidgeting in his seat, for now, he had taken out his cell phone and was making a call. After he was done, he went back to his original pose, still as a statue.
But after all, Sanchez was a policeman, he needed answers. Regaining the cool composure he held in front of the accused while interrogating them, he said:
'Hey, where am I?'
He was answered by cold silence.
'Okay, a different question if you didn't like this one: why am I here?'
The answer was the same.
It became clear to Sanchez there was no use interrogating him. And he probably was on the outer circle of the gang, maybe he himself didn't know why Sanchez was here.
His mind went back to the details of the afternoon. Sanders and that guy Hunter had brought him here while he was unconscious. As to why he had no clue. They could have left him there in the basement and silently crept out while they had the option. Why bring him here?
His theory about Hunter was correct: Hunter had been the one to gain access to Morris' shop's basement by stealing the keys to the basement. And Morris never realized it.
But currently, he had to think about his escape from the current situation. He wondered what must Clark be making of his disappearance. No, he had to get back. He looked around once again. There it was, far behind him, his escape route: a window. And boy, it was open! Right there, inviting him to the world outside.
He looked around again. First, he had to get rid of the man at the door. Maybe he was a match for him. But he had no idea how to free himself of the damned ropes. He tried to wriggle free, sincerely hoping that maybe they had tied him loosely by mistake, but to no avail. He gave up, thinking that there was no use chaffing his wrists for nothing. He sat still. A minute passed, maybe two, maybe thousand. He did not know what to do. Silence hung around in the room like an obscure shroud. He could do nothing.
He was startled when the silence was broken by the sound of footsteps, which was followed by the entrance of few people. He recognised Sanders and Hunter in the background but it was someone else he was staring at. Someone he had least expected. Someone who he would have never even imagined in his dreams to be there at all.
'You?' he muttered, his voice barely audible.
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