The game has begun
Third person pov
Earlier that day,
Miles away from the Hernandez mansion and the Cafe, someone smiled as two messages disappeared from a screen at exactly the same time.
The phone rested on the table between a pair of gloved hands.
A smile slowly formed behind the silence of the room.
One message had already been read.
Another was about to be sent.
The thumb hovered over the screen for a brief second before pressing send.
A soft vibration followed. It's being delivered.
The smile widened.
"Let's see how long trust survives."
The phone was set aside as another one was picked up.
The same location, different numbers.
Bellington Café. 10:30 a.m.
Come alone.
It went.
“Perfect” he muttered.
The chair creaked softly as its occupant leaned back.
On the de
