Léon couldn't shake the feeling that Alexandre was hiding something from him. As they walked along the Seine, the city lights twinkling like diamonds in the darkness, Léon felt a growing sense of unease.
"Alexandre, can I ask you something?" Léon said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Alexandre turned to him, his eyes glinting with curiosity. "Of course, Léon. What is it?"
Léon hesitated, unsure of how to phrase his question. "It's just...I feel like you're hiding something from me. Something important."
Alexandre's expression didn't change, but Léon could sense a flicker of tension beneath the surface.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Léon," Alexandre said, his voice smooth as silk.
But Léon wasn't convinced. He could see the faintest glimmer of deceit in Alexandre's eyes, and it only made him more determined to uncover the truth.
As they continued their stroll along the Seine, Léon found himself probing Alexandre with questions, trying to get to the bottom of the mystery.
But Alexandre was a master of evasion, always staying one step ahead of Léon's questions.
It wasn't until they stopped at a charming little café, sipping coffee and watching the stars twinkle overhead, that Léon finally stumbled upon a clue.
Alexandre's phone rang, shrill in the silence. He hesitated for a moment before answering, his voice low and urgent.
Léon couldn't help but listen, his ears perked up with curiosity.
And what he heard made his blood run cold.
