Harry's POV
After I left Chris' apartment I drove home in the Range Rover. I might not know who is the leader of The Wolfs is for sure, but one thing I do know, Primrose Lancas has a liking for nice cars.
The drive took only about fifteen minutes since Chris' apartment wasn't far away from my own. The building I lived in was an old one, but it was situated in a nice part of the town. After I opened the front door and locked it behind me, I jumped on the white couch in the living-room-. I didn't have Chris' sense of decoration nor did I have the Lancas' money, but considering the circumstances, my apartment was nicer than anyone would have thought. Since I lived alone and I didn't really stay home much, the job making me spend most of the time at the police station, the furniture was pretty modest, but it was more than enough. The walls were a nude shade and were covered with a lot of paintings and pictures. My room was quite big. Inside it, next to the window there stood my bed. On the right wall there was a closet, and on the other side of the room a desk full of papers was placed. My favourite painting was hanged above the bed. It was a picture of a black rose in a field full of white daisies, a gift from my mom for my tenth birthday. I hung it there after Chris sent Jay to bring me all the personal things I had back in my office.
I stood there for about twenty minutes, just looking at the ceiling and thinking. Thinking about the case, about how things just didn't make any sense. How did Primrose and Niklaus met? How close they really were? Why would he give her the money to build an empire? Why didn't he build one for himself? So many questions, and not a single answer.
"Fuck," I said to nobody in particular while getting up, going to my room and taking a seat at the desk. After I sat down, I took a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down the questions and tried to think of a good answer for each and every single one of them.
1. How close are Primrose and Niklaus?
Obviously really close, I thought. He called her baby every single time I was there, and she seemed destroyed when she thought he was shot.
2. Why did she give her the money for the LP and the bank?
Because he loves her.
3. She cares about him, but does she love him?
Maybe.
4. How did she meet Niklaus?
Probably when she stayed at her aunt's, or in that year she spent at the foster house? She couldn't have met him while she was with her parents, she was only eight, and Niklaus was probably the same age, he- wait. Was he the same age? He looked like twenty five now, but was he really twenty five? Primrose was twenty one, but how old was Niklaus Farhen? The documents Chris gave you! my inner self screamed at me. I literally jumped off the chair and took the documents out of the drawer.
"Farhen, Farhen, Far-ah!" I said as soon as I found the file with his information. "Why didn't I read this earlier?" I asked myself out loud. "Okay, let's see. Niklaus Marcus Farhen, age thirty, parents'- wait what?!" I almost screamed. "Age thirty. Thirty. You're nine years older than your girlfriend you little fuck." I said looking at the picture next to his name. "What does that mean?" I asked no one but myself. I stood five minutes looking at his file. Nothing, he's all clean. "What happened, Nik? How did you meet little Primrose? Was it after or before the fire?" I said looking once again at his picture. "That's it!" I angrily shouted getting up and pacing around the room.
It was already late and the moon was up, watching the city. Maybe the sight of the moon was what made me realise, or maybe my brain was just waking up. It doesn't matter. What matters is the fact that I figured out what happened over thirteen years earlier.
