The next morning came quickly, and I felt refreshed after a decent night's sleep. It was the first time in ages that I had slept so well.
Colin was already up and reviewing the night's footage. He had a cup of coffee in one hand and a plate of half-eaten toast on the table next to him. He looked up when I entered the room and greeted me with a smile.
"It looks like James didn't sleep so well last night. He was up and down half the night. Do you think he's worried?" Colin laughed and pointed at the monitor's screen as I sat beside him.
Good. Let him suffer. He deserved it.
The thought was harsh, but it brought a sliver of satisfaction. He deserved to feel the anxiety, the uncertainty, that he had inflicted upon me.
"I need to do something more concrete," I said, pouring mys
