Chapter 1
"What?!" She was shocked. Was he proposing to her?! But that was ridiculous...
"Me?!"…she was able to say…"But…" she tried to speak…"I don´t even know you…"
"Yes you do"…he looked right into her eyes…"you know me." he triped over his word..." We…have met…before…"
"What?!"
"When?!" there was something familiar about him alright, but still…
"Where?!"
Sean lowered his voice…"in previous life…"
"Previous life"? that was it, he was joking. Making a fool out of her.
"Look, you´re joking" Oscar replied. "This got to be a mistake…"
But was it? She could tell that his heart was beating fast and his hands were shaken. But his voice was firm enought to know he wasn´t joking.
Oscar was even more shocked…What was this all about?! Was this a trick to distrack her from her job? It had to be it...
Or maybe he was insane?
She looked deep into his blue eyes. " But those eyes…" she thought. There was something about those eyes...She knew that she had seen them before…
She was about to say something, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out.
"I know it´s hard to believe, but…" Before he could continue, Oscar pulled her hand away and ran away as fast as she could. She had hard time to get glimpse of where she was going, because her eyes seemed wet and her mind was confused.
She stopped only, when she knew she wasn´t been followed. She was confused and shocked. How could this stranger just ask her hand in marriage? Without even knowing her? Why would he tell such a ridiculous lie about their previous life? What was his aim? Was he part of the jewel thieves and just trying to interfere with her investigations? Or was he just some lonely man trying to pick any woman, and that´s why he used that trick? Or did he really believe in what he said?
For the first time in her life, Oscar was puzzled. No one has ever done anything like that to her…The proposal was so ...beautiful...No, she shook her head...that wasn´t the word she was looking for...
...a lie…
Yes, that was the word: it was a lie.
But why had she reacted that way? Weren´t she supposed to be professional? Hadn´t she surpressed her feelings deep enough? Wasn´t she a person with reason?..."Father..." she whispered...
Later that day...
Oscar was walking down a street in her thoughts. That incident at the Versailles was still hounting in her mind. It wasn´t the first time she had been aproached by a man with suggestions to her, but...never like that, and never had she been proposed to...
Every time a guy had aproached her, she had always been able to keep calm and shrug it off by saying something harsh to him. It had worked everytime. But this time it was something different. She had been completely supprised by a sudden proposal...She wasn´t even able to say him anything, she just...What? "What are you thinking, Oscar?" she asked herself.
Should she laught at the matter? Should she just ignore it? She should, she definitely should just forget about it... But somehow she couldn´t see anything funny in it nor could she ignore it either. Why was the man so familiar? Has she met him before? Why had he put on a comedy act? "Met in previous life?" she thought..."Stupid..."
"Insane…"
Then her cellphone rang. It was general Dagout. He had taken the man into questioning...
"Yeah, that must be it..." she thought..."he had to be part of the gang, and was just trying to confuse her by this...stupid act..."
Oscar asked general Dagout to investigate into this man´s past. Maybe he was a part of the gang of the jewel thieves, and that´s why an important link to resolving this puzzle. She was going to do everything she could to catch these thieves.
It was exactly the reason she went to visit a security guard, who had worked at the museum, but who was now retired. She had come to realize that these guards and other staff usually had something to say, but who were almost always ignored in investigations. The guard lived nearby, so she got there just in time to do a deep interview.
And she was lucky enough; he told her all he could think off; about the short history of the museum and his long career there. Every little detail.
And once Oscar was done questioning him, it was already dark. But that didn´t bother her, because it was a clear night and she needed the walk. "Time to go back to the hotel" she thought.
That same night at the other end of Paris...
He was there; in an old house…He was sleeping in his bed and dreaming, dreaming about her...again...
In that dream he was only a little boy. A little boy, who had fallen in love with his guardian. In that dream she had taken him on a ride on her horse. How wonderful it felt as they galloped through the fields…
"oh…"
"Oscar" he screamed...
"Oscar!"
He opened his eyes...It had been just a dream, but he was all sweaty. "What a dream!" he thought and got up from his bed. He walked to the window. It was already a midnight. He looked at the streetlight at the front of his window. He wondered how many times he had been watching it for these past years he had been living there...and always at midnight after he had awaken from a dream about...her. Until today he wasn´t quite sure if she was a pure imagination or not, but now...he knew she was real. "Oscar" he whispered. He smiled; he had finally found her...