The Woman From Hell

He had a delicate short haircut, wore a woolen jacket, and sat in a wheelchair. There was a blanket covering the lower half of his body. We were at room temperature, so I could not help but wonder if he would feel warm dressed like that.

When the man saw me approaching, he politely smiled. "You're early, Mrs. Grant."

"This involves human life. Please understand that I don't have the patience to wait that long." This was the last bit of my patience.

"Of course, I understand, but this is usually my rest time. You can tell that I'm a patient too, and patients need their rest. Hence, I, too, seek your understanding."

The waiter served a cup of coffee as he

spoke. I realized there was not a single person around, and even the black-clad man who showed me the way earlier was gone. In my field of vision, only Alex was sitting from across the table.

I was not even sure if he was Alex Hodds.

"You are-"

"Sigh, let's not mention it first."

opened my mouth to confirm his identity, the other party stopped me

with you later." The other party picked up his coffee as he

hands were clenched into fists,

"But you seem quite okay right now. Are you

the other party well enough, I held back my anger. However, my words had

I still need to rest at this time. This is already part of my biological clock. Please don't interrupt me, Mrs. Grant. I'll answer your

and looked out the window at the hustle and bustle of the

20 full minutes. I stared at the

I should have given Chief Royce a call when I left

sitting from across the table was not Alex. I might

the thought of that, I got up. The other party spoke

won't

don't even know who you are. How can I simply believe what you say? Are you going to give me another

choose not to believe me, of course, but if you leave today, you might never get

waved his hand and the man who showed me the way earlier walked