“Damn, why did Nicole come here? And who is that man who was berating her? Damn, just now that this man had decided to give up …” he thought as he tried to make a decision.
“Come on, I don’t want to fight windmills anymore,” the killer insisted in the tone of someone asking for a favor. Judas hesitated, he was convinced that the killer could still be capable of anything, but he picked up the weapon and gently placed it in his hand, as if he had read his mind.
“Come on, what are you afraid of? Now the one armed is you!”
He went to look out the window, praying he hadn’t made the wrong choice.
“Stay calm, it’s all right” he shouted, someone ordered the policemen to lower their weapons and he called Nicole, who in the meantime was left alone under that lamp because Fred and the other myste
