My hands dropped heavily to the side after the phone call, I have known his innocence from the crime. How could it be otherwise, when according to the time the investigators had fixed for the murder, I had held engagement in a conversation with him, my mouth turned hard and bitter at this last thought. What will I know?
Working as a data analyst in the city of Vienna working overnights many of the times, found an apartment in Griechengasse Street, neighbouring him, however it was his actual residence or not, as followed it was a place he reached to be frequented.
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In a matter of requiring resolution to my research, I had to keep my family in the country side. Again, my children, my husband nothing they knew about my business as a decoder. It was all about infiltrating information, in that curious mirthless smile found my self under my so-called superiors.
"Yes, I will do the job" Said before hanging out the phone, what else they would expect from me. That was a catalogue of sins you quote for not revealing much, there is always a getaway, you file everything in a encyclopaedia who contains as much informations as cities exist in the world, you hide the information, classifying an order is a must, capsules inside capsules, you become a collector of knowledge instead of a purdy housewife, not that I'd ever stop organising for my family.
The implication made me shiver, how would they found out he was here, if I need to find as an intermediate his occult studies to the insurance of having him caught or not, I'll question myself first, what is more important, the victims or the priorities? It worried me, it was too much to bare, standing up decided to pack and travel outside the city, I did not think I could succeed alone as soon as they agents arrive I will be exhausted from the questions, demanding and clues for their investigation as the other side will oppress me to work in the underline, they always chose fragile looking woman to do the job, less intimidating, but who I was anyway to them, a pretty face who might pass a file and keep them informed.
A small retreat with my family will do, super human beings owed both fortune and life style, in the drive to my home in the country side, chose to keep in in the schedule to return in the 9th of November.
Remembering by fear sighed heavily, while holding the drive, the streets at night soothed me, calm, without jamming, out from the stress of the city's routine, the free transit lowered my pulse as I pressed the accelerator wishing to be home with my beloved family. I believe in a world were people achieve their goals in harmony, how easy it is to drive at night, without oil. Hopefully the depletion forecast for natural resources comes down to Lithium before 2350 and sustainable energy starts right now I wont have to drive home at night and my children are fully awake as in my arrival from every job, my husband send me a text.
We are for late night story, were are you?
Texted a voice message back.
16 min away.
The houses in the road as the city of Vienna became furtherer started to expand with their gardens and territories, some villages lightening approached on the side while passing by in the highway. Soon, parking and letting go of what people with needs, call a miracle, a job. It was not me, it was the need of another source I belonged to.
Opening the door of the living room they jumped from the main hall's sofa, the always fire place, the Halloween decorations and all dressed in costumes. "I guess is time for me to read?" They screamed. "Mom, mom! What did you bring us?" And came hugging me as the bags were dropped and I held them towards the sofa, my husband said. "Those are surprises for Halloween! Lovey, what took you so long?" Smirked by his kiss as we all landed next to him. "Agh, you know, one of those days, you always come late, and what do I say?" He remembered the last time with breakfast in bed, how demolished and late he was from his last trip.
Hugs, and cuddles, playing around and listening to their voices, my life is a holiday when I'm at home, to see them grow, to show them the world through books, listening to their tales and how they explain each words. Searching for our respond and criteria. My little girl held the book for me, as it was my turn to read. "The Rhyming Rabbit, oh, well?" Page 6.
He dug along the tunnel,
and to keep himself going
he made a short digging poem:
Dig, dig! Quick, quick!
Scrabble, scrabble! Quick, kick!
My husband begun to record us with the Canon Eos 7D Mark II camera, we humans around share our vision, write in our journals and keep tradition, it was another lovely night at the Dubský von Třebomyslice house.
