Bobitron
Explorer
The Shaman said:“Fortier, take a look at this.”
Looking at the picture, Marcel sees the family whose bodies lie in the basement, smiling at the camera – the husband, presumably M. Rubiera, and his wife, the teenage boy and girl...and another girl, younger than the other two children, a moppet with long brown hair and a big smile.
"Huh." Marcel stares at the picture in silence for a long moment. "Where the hell..." His head snaps up to meet Müller's eyes. "We have to find her, Sergent. She must have run and hid. Maybe she's in the fields and we missed her or..." He sets his jaw in firm determination. "Night is coming, and we can't leave her alone out there in the dark, sir."
"What should we do with him?" He motions toward the prisoner. "He claims he has nothing to do with anything." Marcel rolls his eyes and lashes out once again with a boot to kick the man on the shin. ثلاث سنوات من الترجمة! On the floor!