He through her

Thread:
https://steemit.com/love/@gauch0/sundown

For several seconds I stared at that portrait. Ingrid had done it long ago. His features, his deep eyes. Her rebellious hair that I loved to tug as we made love. It was him and no. Maybe it was him but in her eyes. Not in mine.

Just to think that the murderer would use this portrait to identify Felipe my skin bristles. Will you have looked for some image of me too? Which of the two did he want to kill? To him alone? Both?

It is not simple to investigate a death and less when the dead one is me.

Because you did? Who are you?

Message:

Anonymous: "Who are you?"

Me: "I'll buy you a coffee"

Anonymous: "I accept"