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Apr 24, 2024 7:49:27 GMT -6
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Agnes continued to stare at the drawing in her hand, shaking her head slowly. She still just couldn’t wrap her mind around what she was looking at. This wasn’t the Dante that she knew, and yet it was. It was his face, but not his actions and she wasn’t sure to how manage that. She barely registered that Detective Cervantes was still here, scribbling into his notepad. The words were illegible to her, mainly because there were still tears coating her eyes. But as she continued to look between him and the drawing, a fire started in her stomach.
It was just a spark at first, something that could easily be glanced over. But the more that she focused on it, on her thoughts, on her brother’s picture, the more she could feel that fire rising and burning. It had soon turned into a flashfire, coursing throughout the inside of her body, filling ever crevice until it was ready to burst forth from her fingertips. Turning to face the man next to her, a look of determination formed in her eyes – she was going to search with him.
The detective seemed to take her words in stride. With practiced precision, he responded in what must have been a well-remembered tone. It was clear that the guy must have dealt with these questions and ideas before, enough to know what to say to quell any victim; but Agnes wasn’t any victim. As he proclaimed that it was too dangerous for her, Agnes felt herself grind her teeth.
That. Was not. Acceptable.
This was her brother. Dante was her brother. If anyone was going to demand answers from him, if anyone was going to stop him, it was going to be her. She didn’t care if it was dangerous. She had already done something dangerous for Haven and she had been practicing a lot so what was the problem? Jorge didn’t know any of this, of course, so that was probably why. She could just agree, let him go and investigate on her own, but she knew that he would have techniques and access to information that was denied to her. No, she needed him; but first she was going to make him understand.
>> ”Stay here. Live your life. And let me handle this, okay?”
She gulped. Took a deep breath and looked at him as he started to refold his notebook. In as firm a voice as she could muster, she announced: ”No.” There was such a confident determination in her voice that it made the veteran police officer arch his brow and straighten up at bit. Agnes struck while he was weakened. ”Detective, I thank you for your empathy, but this is my brother. If anyone is going to be able to find him, to get information out of him, it’s going to be me. Historically Dante has never liked authority figures. He’d sooner run from you and clam up than cooperate. But me, he’ll talk to. Besides, if you don’t take me with you, I’m just going to go on my own. I already know one of the other assailants and I’m sure I’ll be able to find him. Either way I’m going to be out there looking for my brother. The choice is just whether or not you want to help.”
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