Chapter 5
After a few hours of inspection around the place, I could find nothing. With a sigh, I went to a nearby cafe to take some rest and grab a cup of coffee. Even the cafe owner didn’t know about any recent crime in that place. I cursed myself for all the troubles I put myself into. How could I even trust a stranger who gave me a fake id containing his fake name? And I was following the location he gave me. I felt a genius about myself. I gave up and decided to return back after finishing my coffee.
The cafe I was sitting in was facing the church across the road. Beside the church, where the bushes ends were two tiny houses situated. These were the scene visible from the glass window of the café beside which I was sitting. They looked older like most of the houses there. One house had a peculiar name - “Smiths”. I remembered his fake name has the surname “Smith”.
I slowly approached the house and rang the bell. A lady came to the door. She looked closer to 60 years old. She asked me for my introduction. There was a short lane between the gate I was standing and the old lady. She asked from the place she was standing what she could do for me. I asked if she knew anyone with the name Gary smith. She paused for a while. Then, she came closer to the gate and asked me to repeat my question. I took out the copy of the id and pointed towards the photo and asked if she knew him. Her response was shocking. She said, “Yes, I know both of them.”
She started describing the id as the person in the picture was her son and the name was of her husband. She asked, “What is this? What's going on?” I was puzzled for a while and speechless at the same moment. With a nervous tone, I asked, “are they both alive?” Her expression clearly declared me as a crazy person. I could clearly see that she was starting to get annoyed. Then she told me, “Just this morning both of them left for their work. Tell me what is going on and why are you asking me this?”
I introduced myself as an investigating agent and briefly explained her that my purpose was just to get more information. I politely asked her the address of their workplace and told her that nothing was serious. I left the house as quickly as possible. While I was on my way to Ryan’s office, multiple concurrent thoughts were resulting from the conundrum I was dwelling upon.
I reached the location the lady gave me. I was stumped and said to myself, “are you kidding me?” It was a law firm. I was given directions to his office room by a young lady sitting at the help desk. I got troubled by a thought that if he is a lawyer himself, why the hell he came for a divorce paper from me!! But still I hadn't seen him in his office working. I am personally skeptical towards every person. And he was a special one. My mind bustled more than ever when I opened a huge wooden door and saw him sitting on his table, typing something onto his computer. That was the same face that hailed on my door that evening. And yet not a single cop was able to trace his identity. “Seriously!” I was amused. He must be a good player then, I guessed for a while. He greeted me as a new person and suggested that I take a seat while he finished his work in 2 minutes.