“What nonsense?” He said in a low voice and went to his desk, he took the telephone receiver... Some classical music sounded from it, but he again dialled the emergency number. But there was no answer.
“Damn you,” Aron threw the telephone receiver aside and headed for the front door; he dialled Jonathan’s number “... the number does not exist.”
He pushed open the door, it was locked. “What the hell?” He took the keys out of his pocket, dropped his mobile phone on the floor; the door lock was not locked, but the door still wouldn’t open. Second by second... Aron looked out into the street. He froze, feeling his body fill with cold. The stranger in the alley stood facing the library and seemed to pierce Aron with his eyes like a knife blade.
Without losing a sense of vigilance, Aron went closer to the window and looked closely - the stranger was holding the body of the girl, who was probably already unconscious. He kept looking...

Broken Lie