Alex diaries. Summer of 1995. No date defined
I will try to get my father’s help. He doesn’t trust in me or in my novel. It doesn’t matter; I think he will help me because I have a plan: I will promise him to be part of the company during a year and I will keep my promise. A year is not very much time, maybe I will have time to write, maybe to think. I don’t know yet. But I need his help. I’m going to speak to him.
Frankfurt. About thirteen days before Day I
She stayed at his desk for a long time looking for something. Books and more books and notes about the flu and nothing interesting. There were no photos and no calls and no friends and absolutely nothing at all.
After that, the blonde girl tried to talk with his family. No brothers or sisters… his parents died years ago in a car accident…. No clue found about his whereabouts. How or why can a man turn on a shadow? She made telephone calls to all his colleagues. Everybody knew his name and nobody knew about him.
Her next step was the school achievements. John Mirror, again, he was like a shadow.
‘Files were transferred.’ They said. ‘The old school closed and the files must be somewhere in Berlin. You know, German people are very efficient, we’d never lose a file!’
She didn’t have time to go to Berlin. Then, she called a friend who lives in Berlin and worked in the city council. In fact, Friedrich was an old boyfriend and, as a good ex-boyfriend, he promised to find the information in exchange for a dinner.
She spent the rest of the day waiting for Friedrich phone call. Finally, the phone rang.
‘Have you got it?’ She asked.
On the other side of the line, one voice sounded scary and trembling.
‘John? Are you there?’ Lorraine could clearly listen the breathing of a middle-age man. She looked at the phone again, waiting for the secure answer ‘private number’. On the contrary, she could see the number with Frankfurt prefix.
‘Where the hell are you, John?’ She asked before the conversations ended.
Just ten minutes before, Lorraine made another phone call, this time to G.A.P. director.
‘I have the doctor.’ She proudly announced.
**Fake Game, serial novel by Martin Cid http://yareah.com/?cat=293