Blum Secret Amaryllis II

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When he began to breathe again, the distant voice that existed only in his imagination ceased to be heard even there.He descended the main stairs to the second floor, where he found Fric in the library.Reading a book, the boy sat in an armchair that he had you’d like to tell me? Are you worried about something? Because you don’t seem like yourself.”The kid looked away from Ethan, to the book. He closed the book and lowered it to his lap.As a cop, Ethan had long ago learned patience.Making eye contact again, Fric leaned forward in his chair. He seemed about to whisper moved from its intended position. The back of it was tight against the Christmas tree.When Ethan opened the door and entered, Fric gave a start, which he tried to conceal by pretending that he had merely been adjusting his position in the armchair. Stark fear had widened his eyes and clenched his jaws for an instant, until he realized that Ethan was only Ethan.“Hello, Fric. You okay? I paged you here on the intercom a few minutes ago.”[454] “Didn’t hear it, ummm, no, not the intercom,” said the boy, lying so ineptly that had he been hooked up to a polygraph, the machine might have exploded.“You moved the chair.”“Chair? Ummm, no, I found it like this, here like, you know, just like this.”Ethan perched on the edge of another armchair. “Is something wrong, Fric?”“Wrong?” the boy asked, as though the meaning of that word eluded him.“Is there something