Adrian’s Point Of View
The office had been suffocating for days. Three long, agonizing days since we set the bait, and still, no one had taken it. Emma’s words echoed in my mind, “Don’t trust anyone. This idea remains between us until the time is right.” Her instincts were sharp, almost unsettlingly so, but I couldn't deny the wisdom in her advice. She sounded like my boss and I liked that part of her.
The walls of my office seemed to close in on me as I spun aimlessly in my chair. For the hundredth time, I glanced at my phone, hoping for the long awaited call, a lead, anything. And then, as if summoned by sheer desperation, it buzzed.
Martin. My private investigator.
I shot up so fast my chair slammed into the wall. My heart thundered as I grabbed the phone and rushed to the door. Em
