Boyfriend says I’m too much—Someone else’s turn Chapter 11

Boyfriend says I’m too much—Someone else’s turn Chapter 11

Winter in Germany was brutally cold.

I stood by the window, watching the snow melt into the pine trees outside.

Matthew came up beside me and handed me a cup of coffee.

“How’s the case?” I asked.

“Not good,” he said, lowering his head to take a small sip.

“This is an international academic conference. Everyone here is a big name in their field. And somehow, a murder

happens right in the middle of it.”

“And the method is so twisted… otherwise they wouldn’t have brought us in.”

It had been five

ince I left Atheson University with Adrian.

t his level meant learning a lot, but it also meant dealing with the most difficult cases.

en step into a crime scene without

buld squat beside a body and casually sha

investigations, building a psychological pr

offenses–criminal psychology played a cr

That’s why major international cases

This time, we were dealing with

It was brutal.

out to throw up.

bread with Matthew.

the offender’s mindset, and assessing the likelihood of repeat

in experts from top universities.

ook place during the conference.

The killer had sev

Revenge was

Everyo

and placed it on a dinner plate.

of another attack.

the police had sealed off the entire venue.

re better–go question the scientists who were at the scene.”

again. Even Adrian, who was usually composed, showed a trace of irritation.

This case was truly difficult

“Got it, bro–um, Professor Blake.”

Matthew sprang up and followed him.

I finished the last of my coffee, watching the two of them walk off one after the other

Matthew had stopped bothering to hide it in front of me–calling Adrian “bro‘ like it was nothing

They seemed to be stepbrothers.

Whether there was anything more to that… I didn’t dwell on it.

I tapped my pen lightly against my forehead.

My German was s

When I

ly enough for everyday conversation.

dn’t speak English at all, I had to piece things together bit by bit.

eet potatoes that afternoon?”

ing at the middle–aged German man in front of me, who seemed a little drained

e head on his plate and spent the whole night throwing up.”

spoke up from beside me.

my native language in a foreign country w

what made me freeze wasn’t just the lang

as the voice.

hat were the odds?

I’d just run into some

I looked up a

at completely still.

married for love but he wed her to save his first love Heartbroken, she.