3:00 A.M.

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The wind rolled on the core of my nape, echoing to every hair on my skin and reverberating shivery whispers to the fiber of my body.

I once felt that he is someone whom you wouldn't want to mess around with. Even with his easy smile and friendly attitude, you can see it in his eyes, the layers of secrets he's trying to conceal. It disturbed me how his eyes begged, as if he's sending a message that I cannot fathom.

I looked at the pictures again.

Lucas was now checking Auberon on every photo.

"Why would he want himself be seen on every photo?"

When Lucas asked this, I remembered something Dad said.

I gripped Lucas' forearm which made him looked at me.

"Remember when I told you how Dad found Auberon? That he was caught three times trying to jeopardize Dad?" I asked, my eyes wide.

Lucas nodded, "Yeah, I remember."

"I was so sure that Auberon was behind all of these at that time but Dad was convinced that he purposely let Dad catch him. Dad said Auberon was scattering these acts of sabotage for him to find out. And I felt the same when I saw Auberon's photos on Google. He was always covered by something. In one glance you'd think it's a funny thing he wasn't captured properly on the photos but I don't know why I felt that all of it were scripted. It's as if he was planning not to be seen on the photos and only exposed enough of himself that you'll know it's the same person when you observe it clearly." I explained.

Lucas nodded in understanding.

"So you think he purposely left trails of him for us to, what, follow?"

"No, I think it's some kind of message. I don't know how but I'm trusting Dad's guts about him."

Lucas looked at each photos intently, finding something that would help us understand these photos.

I hate him. I even want to kill him seeing how he stabbed Dad but I don't want to blindly believe anything at the moment. I've learned that this problem can't be solved when you're following whatever everybody says. I'm going to find out the truth first even if that means still trying to believe the person Dad believed in so much.

Lucas then showed me the tablet while saying, "Tana, look at the newspapers."

I did as he told me.

"What am I looking at?"

Lucas pointed to the headlines.

"You can't see it because it looks like a normal newspaper but look at the words of the headlines."

I focused my eyes on what Lucas said and tried to read the headlines.

"Beijing, the next country to host Olympic Games her şeyi?"

That's odd.

"Is the headline correct? Or is the newspaper in a different language?" I asked as I got confused by the last two words.

Lucas shook his head, "I don't think so. I saw the Olympics and the next country to host it is Japan, not China. So I looked at the date, it's on July 2008. The newspaper he's holding was personally manufactured."

Lucas and I started digging other odd words but not every newspaper Auberon held has one. Some were just plain newspapers, parts of his disguise.

I jotted notes while Lucas look for them. We didn't exactly know what we were jotting down. I didn't know if this were even words.