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Atticus finished dressing, tightening his tie.

Withougt realizing Ayran was watching, he grabbed a few serrated knives and slipped them into his pockets. He opened a small drawer in his wall and counted the roses stashed inside he grabbed a few and turned around, only then seeing Ayran.

"Hey... Ayran..."

He tossed a rose to him, in order to cover up.

"Here."

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Unprepared, Ayran caught the rose, but while doing so the rose thorns poked his fingertips. Ayran calmly watched a small bead of blood forming on ring finger.

"Oops."

Since his head was hung low, people aren't able to discern his expression. But at that moment Ayran almost wanted to kill Atticus on the spot and decorate his with roses.

Yes, the love marks he made yesterday would be like rose petals on his skin, and Ayran would bind his with green rope, as a imitation of rose vines, and decorate him all pretty in a garden of roses.

Ayran's face was flushed red, but with years of trained patience, he smeared the blood on his ring finger, and looked back at Atticus, face completely normal.

Ayran showed his now bloodied ring finger at him and smiled cheekily, "Can you bring me a bandaid here for me?"

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Atticus tossed a box for first aid to Ayran.

"I just have these boxes around the house. But, for now, you have to treat yourself. I have a... meeting with the mayor."

Atticus smiled and left the room. He was determined to kill Cadfael that day. He grabbed his work bag and slipped Ayran's cellphone into his pocket.

Hopefully Ayran hadn't caught on to his identity, but if he did, he couldn't call the police.

As he rushed out of the house, he broke in to a cold sweat. An officer with a gun was pointing at another building across the street.

F**k. Play it cool Atticus, play it cool.

Atticus pretended to smile and went over to the officer. "Hello, sir. Is there a problem here?"

The officer glanced his way and his eyes hardened. "Nothing of your concern, but I need you to let me take a look at the posessions on you currently."

Atticus smiled gracefully and began taking the roses out of his pocket.

Where do I put the knives?

Swiftly, Atticus placed the knives in the officer's backpack. He didn't notice.

The officer quickly looked through his belongings and quickly addressed Atticus. "Let me keep your belongings for further investigations."

"Oh. Alr- alright."

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