I stared at my phone screen, my pulse quickening. Matthew had found something.
I glanced around the office, making sure no one was paying attention. Then, with a deep breath, I unlocked my phone and read his message carefully.
Matthew: I found all the information you need. We need to talk in person. Too risky to send over text. Meet me at our usual café at 7 PM.
A knot of unease tightened in my stomach. If it was too risky to text, then whatever he had discovered had to be serious.
I quickly typed back: I’ll be there.
The hours dragged by as I forced myself to focus on work, but my mind was elsewhere. The image of the man in the video haunted me, and now, Matthew had confirmed that he was someone worth investigating.
By the time 7 PM rolled around, I was already at the café, anxiousl
