WHEN EZEQUIEL OPENED THE BACKDOOR, he saw a man holding a rifle. The man smiled at him and deliberately looked inside the house.
“Who are you?” Ezequiel asked, even though he already knew that the man in front of him was a hunter, and they were looking for Nolan.
The Hunter studied Ezequiel. The young man was wearing an apron, and he looked ordinary. He smiled politely. “Young man, can I take a look inside your house? We were looking for a man. He was about your height. He ran in this direction and looked suspicious. And he was injured, too.”
“Strangers are not welcome in my house. Also, my son was taking his nap. I don’t want him to be disturbed. No one came into my house except a suspicious man like you,” said Ezequiel. Then he frowned. “You’re holding a rifle. Are you a police offi
