Idalia blinked.
He had stopped right in front of her, and said those words.
What was that supposed to mean?
Had he known all along?
She moved around instinctively though, searching for whatever he had been referring to.
"Where?" She managed to ask with a calm voice.
By Argon, please let it not be her. Not here. Not right now. Not ever too. But especially not here.
"Right here," his cold voice cut through the space, and when she looked up at her, relief slipped through her when she realised that he wasn't looking at her, but past her… behind her.
Grandpa Alfred.
What did he know about Grandpa Alfred that he wasn't saying already?
"That one right there."
"But he is dead," she managed to say.
"Interesting, isn't it?" He walked away from her, and was now standing next to Grandpa Alfred's body. His gaze was intent on him. "How significant it is in its death."
