Chapter 5

He stayed frozen, hands still gripping the desk, not moving a muscle.

The officer kept taking notes, but his eyes kept glancing at Lucas, almost on instinct.

"Age around twenty-five or twenty-six," the officer said.

"Height, five foot five.

"Long hair, slightly curly."

Every time a detail was mentioned, Lucas's shoulders twitched almost imperceptibly.

"Wearing a beige old knit sweater," the officer continued.

"Jeans.

"There's a red mole on her left wrist."

With a loud crash, Lucas knocked over the chair behind him.

He was shaking violently.

Was this still the arrogant, high-and-mighty Lucas?

"No, it's not her," Lucas said.