That evening, Sabrina’s mind wandered during her photography class.
As the class concluded, Blayze inquired, “Did you attend the class today? I didn’t see your remarks or posts.”
Following a momentary pause, Sabrina replied, “Yes, I had attended.”
“Is there something you’re struggling to grasp?”
After some hesitation, Sabrina asked, “Blayze, are you aware of the outcome of the interrogations?”
“I’m not aware of it. Since I handed Hobson over to the police, I haven’t inquired about the progress. Has there been any news?
What happened?”
Aside from aiding in Hobson’s capture, Blayze had no direct involvement in the case and, therefore, no pressing reason to stay
informed.
After a brief reflection, Sabrina alluded to the discrepancies in Larry’s and Hobson’s confessions. “If you were in my position,
what would you believe?”
Blayze responded, “In truth, you already possess the answer within your heart. You’re reluctant to accept the findings of the
investigation. More than anything, you want to see Galilea as the ringleader, with Larry in a supporting role, correct?”
Sabrina pursed her lips and responded, “Yes.”
Human nature often inclined toward emotional bias.
Galilea had inflicted numerous wounds upon her and she wished for a more severe punishment to befall her.
Over the years, Larry had been kind to her and she secretly hoped he would be seen as an accomplice.
This sentiment was understandable.
However, she harbored concerns that reality might not align with her expectations.
Blayze inquired, “When did Larry surrender himself to the authorities?”
Upon hearing Sabrina’s answers, he further added, “It’s rather coincidental.
It occurred before Hobson arrived in Mathias.”
Sabrina lowered her head in contemplation.
She, too, sensed the element of chance in the timing. It was conceivable that Tyrone had been privy to Hobson’s’ scheduled
arrival and_ had strategically timed Larry’s surrender to ensure a more lenient penalty fo Larry.