Twenty Fourth Nightfall
December 17, four in the morning.
Prama woke up without his fiancé next to him. He felt the side he lays on, it's cold. Beau has left a while ago if not hours.
'Where do you go this time of the year, baby?'
Phone rings...
"Hello, Max."
"I was able to follow him. I lost track by Fiume Freddo river."
"That's only twenty miles from here. How did you lose him real quick?"
"Sorry, boss. But Doc Beau is an expert at this. Why can't you try asking again where he goes."
"I did, Max..."
"Anyway, I'm going to wait here until maybe he appears again. And boss?"
"Yes, Max?"
"I have someone from the service informing me that Daichi is already tracking the whereabouts of the dead agent's so called partner."
"f**k!"
"Tsk. Prama! Don't cuss at me. You never do that.
