Not hesitation.
Nothing.
That was the first thing that felt… wrong.
“Documents,” one of the men said impatiently. “You said you’d get them.”
“I did,” the old man replied calmly. “They’re here somewhere.”
He turned his back to them, opening a cabinet.
The tallest of the three leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice.
“You see this?” he muttered. “Not even shaking.”
“Old people go numb,” another whispered. “Fear burns out.”
But even as he said it… he didn’t sound convinced.
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