Run after him

He didn’t answer. He kept walking. He wouldn’t! Not him! Not to me!

I came out of the car. Ran after him. At night, the street was empty. I didn’t want to shout a second time. I followed him in the hall of the building where he lived. I barely stopped the door from closing. When he push it, he turned, looked up as if asking God what to do.

I walked up to him, trying to find how else I could ask my question. Not a word came out of me. I felt powerless. I had to beg him. I don’t want to beg. He had all the cards. Like always.

“I don’t understand” I said in a breath.

He looked away, breathed in deeply, closed his eyes. Please reassure me. But he walked to the elevator. Why did he have to be that way?

I kept following him.

"You don’t know how it was! Everything I had to take!"

I didn’t want to admit anything clearly, as if it would make a difference. We entered the elevator. He pushed the button and the doors closed.

"They both made me work through hell! I wanted to hurt the company."

"The time of modification weren’t tracked" he finally said. Although I did not know what he meant.

"The time?" I sounded dumb, but I felt slightly relieved that a conversation was happening.

"The accounting app didn’t track the time when a file was changed after it had been archived. And you only altered archived files. So they only knew it was Walter’s account making the changes, but without seeing that all changes at happened on the same day, the police didn’t think twice about his guilt."

I had no idea about the features of the app. Nor about the inquiry, and neither did Gabriel, I knew. He just made the deductions himself. I felt small. He was towering over me. I did not know what else to say than: "Please."

The elevator door opened. He got out to his apartment door, opened it. He held it open looking at me. I entered.

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