“What? How is he…?” Antonio asked, stepping towards Amy, shocked at her latest theory.
“Here!” she had zoomed and paused on the screen image of one of the surveillance cameras, which showed the same blonde man, with tattooed fingers, holding a bouquet of flowers and a white box, what people would suppose for cake or chocolates but Amy could easily tell, it either could have a bomb or a gun that he easily sneaked inside the hospital.
“Holy s**t… it is the shooter!” Antonio exclaimed, making Alessandro jump on his feet.
His throbbing pain on his forehead, with Amy’s smash, was now long forgotten, thinking about how his life was practically on stake here.
“When did they identify the sniper?” he asked, picking out his phone from his pocket.
“Amy did!” Antonio informed, walking towards th
