The Bartman enigma

ewing the documents for her next case. She was a successfu

cent breakup with Emily. He hadn't slept in days, an

ly bumped into Bethany's table, spill

e glared at Kyle. "Watch wher

her another cup of coffee.and she declined

d encounter. Bethany was still fuming about her ruined documents, while Kyle was

é, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. S

se. He had never been very good at handling awkward situations,

o grab a quick coffee before his shift resumed. As he waited in lin

felt a shiver run down his spine. As Kyle reached the f

voice low and smooth. "I

an's calm demeanor put him at ease. "Waiting fo

er. "This is for you," he said. "Meet

ppeared into the crowd, leaving Ky

ger on him to enter the car, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something w

ckseat, Kyle felt a sense of dread. Who was th

driver, who had been waiting silently be

ht glimpses of the city outside the window.

casting deep shadows that made Kyle feel uneasy. The driveway was lined with imposing

nsion, and the mysterious man turned to K

sense of awe. It was enormous, with tow

r Kyle to get out. Kyle hesitated for a

n was surrounded by a large garden, filled with

on and pressed a button. The door swung open, re

e," the man said, his vo

. "What do you mean?" he ask

ement. "You'll find out soon enough," he sa

hallway, following t

ether in a blur of wood and brass. But then, he was stopped by

pushing the door open. "I ho

illed from the lamps on either side of the bed. The room was large, wit

is attention. There were photos on the dresser, and a

s?" he asked, feeli

a moment. "This was your father's room," he said

in. His father's room. He had never known his father, but now he was

t. He looked around, taking in the rows of bookshelve

lection of photos, neatly arranged in a collage. He walked close

was

arkling with joy. Photos of him with his mother, smiling

nd his father, standing together in front of a birthday cake. He had no memor

that someone had been watching him, docum