“Emmalyn’s POV”
There were many other people’s photos but I couldn’t figure anyone else than their master whose photograph was at the top.
Marking in a red-colored marker, all the other pictures were connected to him.
Was Micheal working for them? During the days I spent with him, I knew he could perform any crime.
“Look at this,” Colsen’s alarming voice drew me back to reality causing me to hurriedly march towards him.
He was holding a piece of paper seemingly he got from the dustbin placed at a corner of the condo.
“What’s it?” I asked curiously.
“It’s the same man at the footage. And here’s where he works at a bar,” I spoke while studying the man’s face.
“We should go and get him before anyone else could. We are always late.” Turning around to walk, Colsen asked.
I obed
