With the paper in his hand, he rushed up towards his bedroom. He saw a face looking up at him without eyes. He knew the face even though it was a prosthetic mask.

Raymond was wearing a mask? What I saw wasn’t his real face. In bewilderness he had forgotten to check the paper's back page. Writing was on there too.

'O'Connell is dead. He is in kitchen. Mr. D'Amares…I'm gone along.'

This almost made his sleep vanish. His eyes reached on the wall where a new photo frame he never had seen before was.

It was his photo somewhere near Eiffel Tower. The nameplate on there was inscribed - Célestine D'Amares.

He understood everything now. Raymond's real identity was Célestine D'Amares. Perhaps he had gone under knife to look like Allan. D'Amares had wanted to take his identity in France. The passport and international driving license belonged to him.

But who was the corpse down there?

I've killed O'Connell, he repeated again.

I've killed O'Connell.

He repeated it until it became – I've killed O'Connell and now he's D'Amares. I took D'Amares' blood and drank it as elixir.

He fell on his knees when he realized the dead man was no other than D'Amares himself. He had killed himself because he wanted O'Connell's identity erased.

The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.

He wondered why he had called him there and looked at his bed. In pile of papers he spotted a handwriting which matched with D'Amares' note.

'Hello, we're here. D'Amares is here. Arrest him…" there were other things written on it too which but he didn’t bother reading any further. What he had read was enough and he knew whatever he was going to read next was going to be an extended type of first sentences with some more reasons added to it.

Without a due he ran to his landline phone by reading the word Hello.

Phone line claimed to be dead by D'Amares was working and it was TPD's number dialed for the last time. He knew for sure whatever was written on the paper had already reached in cops' ears and he couldn’t guess how much time it had passed after the well pre – written letter was read. He wants me arrested because I couldn’t leave the country? I don’t get it. In police custody, accused of murder, he had no risk of getting killed by Aitóuntes.

He heard his mother scream downstairs.

She screamed for few seconds and stopped. But by this time he was struggling even to keep his eyes open. In next few steps he found he no more could stand and his body was forcing him to sleep.

He heard heavy tramps approaching to his room. He couldn’t clarify whether it was his weakness which was magnifying every detail or it was a big deal.

A man came with a gun clutched in his hand without any hint. He was the reason why Lisey was yelling. He was in no state of observing the man's face in detail but knew he was old judging by his wrinkles. He bellowed at him. "I've found you. Again."

Then he started to beat weak O'Connell without any pity. He almost knocked him unconscious. All he was aware of was the old man tearing his clothes off until nothing was left on his body except bare skin.

Then the person shot his mother downstairs. Later O'Connell fell into sound sleep.