Tedd and Todd's secret Read Online Free
Author: Fernando Trujillo Sanz
to spoil the mysterious contrast between the two men, her husband's sword was dark grey while the stranger's was light grey. Except for that, they were identical.
She came to life when she realized what was about to happen. A scream flew out of her throat as the duel began as if the two had been waiting for her scream to start it. The swords clashed, throwing sparks each time they met. The metallic echo of each thrust and block rang around the room as the two swordsmen followed careful lateral steps one following the other. Susan only stopped screaming when she could no longer breathe. Her husband was in a sword fight with his double. It didn't make any sense. Was she dreaming? It seemed not, as she watched William Black measure every movement and thrust with a precision that only a deep knowledge of fencing and hours of training could produce. He'd never mentioned anything about fencing to her.
The duel didn't last much longer. She thought it would never end, given that both men seemed to have the same mastery of the glistening sword in their hands. But suddenly, the man in white avoided a lunge and with a slash from above cut off William's head.
She would never remember exactly what happened next, so dominated was she by the greatest horror she'd ever witnessed. She could have sworn that the man in white's sword disappeared in his hand. The killer stayed still for an instant, studying the flow of William's blood across the carpet.
Just before she fainted, Susan saw William's killer leave by the front door, without ever having looked at her once.
On arriving at the hospital, Aidan Zack left the car in front of the main door, half on the pavement, and threw a cigarette butt through the window.
A fat security guard approached Aidan angrily. "You can't park there."
Aidan flashed his badge and walked past the guard towards the entrance.
"There's room for parking back there," the guard called after him.
"It's urgent," Aidan said without even looking at him. "It won't wait."
He heard an insult behind his back as he passed the automatic doors of the main entrance.
The tanker driver who had presumably caused the accident was a known member of a gang of drug dealers that Aidan had infiltrated the year before. That was why the captain had wanted him to talk to the survivor; to find out if he'd seen the driver. If so, maybe Aidan could identify him. But it didn't make much sense. Aidan Zack knew the gang's methods and they never used petrol tankers, especially if they were full.
He went up to the second floor and, following the signs, chose the corridor to the right.
"How much longer am I going to have to stay here under guard?" Aidan heard someone ask from within Room 211.
"Mr James White?" Aidan asked, entering the room.
Two men spun around immediately. At first glance it was difficult to tell them apart. They were both dressed in white. Evidently, the one in the long coat had to be the doctor.
"Who are you?" the doctor asked.
"Detective Inspector Aidan Zack. Are you Mr White?" he said, ignoring the doctor and staring at the man in the white suit.
"Yes, that's me. I hope you've got the authority to let me go. They can't keep me here when there's nothing wrong with me."
"Before that, I've got a few questions," Aidan said, lowering his head to look White in the eyes. He was at least two heads taller. "If you don't mind, it might be better if I sat down."
"You can leave us alone," James White said to the doctor with a touch of anger in his voice. "I'm sure you've got patients you can help."
The doctor closed the door behind him.
"You've got to get me out of here, detective. This is crazy."
"Take it easy," Aidan said, starting to get curious about James White. "First, tell me what happened and then I'll see what I can do."
"Don't you print reports?" James complained. "I've told this a thousand times already. They must have written it so anyone can read it."
"This will be the last time," Aidan said
She came to life when she realized what was about to happen. A scream flew out of her throat as the duel began as if the two had been waiting for her scream to start it. The swords clashed, throwing sparks each time they met. The metallic echo of each thrust and block rang around the room as the two swordsmen followed careful lateral steps one following the other. Susan only stopped screaming when she could no longer breathe. Her husband was in a sword fight with his double. It didn't make any sense. Was she dreaming? It seemed not, as she watched William Black measure every movement and thrust with a precision that only a deep knowledge of fencing and hours of training could produce. He'd never mentioned anything about fencing to her.
The duel didn't last much longer. She thought it would never end, given that both men seemed to have the same mastery of the glistening sword in their hands. But suddenly, the man in white avoided a lunge and with a slash from above cut off William's head.
She would never remember exactly what happened next, so dominated was she by the greatest horror she'd ever witnessed. She could have sworn that the man in white's sword disappeared in his hand. The killer stayed still for an instant, studying the flow of William's blood across the carpet.
Just before she fainted, Susan saw William's killer leave by the front door, without ever having looked at her once.
On arriving at the hospital, Aidan Zack left the car in front of the main door, half on the pavement, and threw a cigarette butt through the window.
A fat security guard approached Aidan angrily. "You can't park there."
Aidan flashed his badge and walked past the guard towards the entrance.
"There's room for parking back there," the guard called after him.
"It's urgent," Aidan said without even looking at him. "It won't wait."
He heard an insult behind his back as he passed the automatic doors of the main entrance.
The tanker driver who had presumably caused the accident was a known member of a gang of drug dealers that Aidan had infiltrated the year before. That was why the captain had wanted him to talk to the survivor; to find out if he'd seen the driver. If so, maybe Aidan could identify him. But it didn't make much sense. Aidan Zack knew the gang's methods and they never used petrol tankers, especially if they were full.
He went up to the second floor and, following the signs, chose the corridor to the right.
"How much longer am I going to have to stay here under guard?" Aidan heard someone ask from within Room 211.
"Mr James White?" Aidan asked, entering the room.
Two men spun around immediately. At first glance it was difficult to tell them apart. They were both dressed in white. Evidently, the one in the long coat had to be the doctor.
"Who are you?" the doctor asked.
"Detective Inspector Aidan Zack. Are you Mr White?" he said, ignoring the doctor and staring at the man in the white suit.
"Yes, that's me. I hope you've got the authority to let me go. They can't keep me here when there's nothing wrong with me."
"Before that, I've got a few questions," Aidan said, lowering his head to look White in the eyes. He was at least two heads taller. "If you don't mind, it might be better if I sat down."
"You can leave us alone," James White said to the doctor with a touch of anger in his voice. "I'm sure you've got patients you can help."
The doctor closed the door behind him.
"You've got to get me out of here, detective. This is crazy."
"Take it easy," Aidan said, starting to get curious about James White. "First, tell me what happened and then I'll see what I can do."
"Don't you print reports?" James complained. "I've told this a thousand times already. They must have written it so anyone can read it."
"This will be the last time," Aidan said
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