It all comes down

A sharp piercing pain hit the side of my head as I hit the hard concrete and instant darkness overwhelmed my vision.

A distant cry of my name was all the last thing I heard before I lost consciousness.

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"Hi...hey officer, I'm Alexander Miller, the host of the fundraiser and—" Xander wasn't able to finish his oh so polite introduction when he got interrupted by the detective.

"I know who you are, Mr. Alexander and I believe you are Miss Alice, right?" He looked in Alice's direction and he nodded his head, vaguely writing information down his notepad.

His gun was very visible to public eyes and he looked like he was very much more from the south. His accent wasn't all that strong but his short curled hair with his way of dressing almost like an old sheriff from a town in Louisiana.

Xander recognised the accent anywhere. As a child, he spent a lot of time in the farm house and then in his country house where his grandpa still lived. The crawling disturbing a