Clemy_juicy: Thanks, but no thanks. I’m not that desperate.
Alma_from_paris: Wait, Vadim just logged on.
Clemy_juicy: Yeah, so I have time to read the complete works of Victor Hugo, and we’ll talk later, right?
I see a new window flash open on my screen.
Arcadius: Alma?
Arcadius: Are you there?
Alma_from_paris:?
Clemy_juicy: Surprise, surprise, she’s already stopped answering me…
Clemy_juicy: Almaaaaaaa?
Arcadius: I just received a new photo.
My heart drops. I close my chat with Clémentine to focus on the new one.
Alma_from_paris: I’m here.
Arcadius: Did you read what I just wrote?
Alma_from_paris: Yes. Where is it this time?
Arcadius: At your place. The night I snuck over.
I close my eyes, trying to hold back my tears.
Alma_from_paris: That means you’re right… It must be Basile.
Arcadius: No, the photo was taken from outside, in your driveway. From the street, again. Your brother was in his room sleeping, right?
I sigh, feeling slightly reassured.
Alma_from_paris: Yes. Did you tell anyone?
Arcadius: No one. This freak is following me everywhere. It’s the only explanation.
Alma_from_paris: And you’re still positive it’s not Felix?
Arcadius: Yes, I’m sure it’s not him.
Alma_from_paris: Then some dude from his gang? Or the guy you stole the car from?
Arcadius: What would be the point? I’m not committing any crime by going out with you.
Alma_from_paris: What can you see in the photo?
Arcadius: Not much, we’re just kissing. But I’ve got my hand under your T-shirt…
Arcadius: Just forwarded it to you.
I study the shot carefully, but find no clue as to who might have taken it.
Alma_from_paris: I hate how those security lights stay on all night…