For a moment, neither man said anything. The air was thickened with an oppressive silence as they were caught up in their own thoughts.
The snow had stopped falling outside, leaving a layer of frost on the clear glass windows.
"Too many pieces fit to call coincidences," Declan's cold voice broke the silence, "He lived abroad for decades. Once he returned, he became a teacher at Lari's school of all places. And now, you guys live in the same building."
Ruediger was still silent, the air in his lungs thick and heavy as he recalled his past encounters with Mr. Eastwood. They had exchanged polite smiles and even chatted, but it turned out he was the one behind everything.
Everything that Declan had pointed out was now plain to see.
Everything was enough to ring the loudest alarm bell in Ruediger's mind. He balled his hands into fists, veins throbbing as his nails dug deep into his palms.
