For the first time in four days, Rhea was about to fall asleep without having to count imaginary sheep for hours, but just then her phone buzzed.
Her informant from Cockles Town had sent her a picture of a bunch of trailers with several open-top cargo containers hoisted on them that were filled with metal scraps. The picture was taken from a distance but the numbers marked on the side of the containers were identifiable from it.
When she studied the picture carefully, she realized that the trailers were kept riveted in one of the biggest junkyards of Cockles Town. The location of the junkyard could be assumed from the glow-signboard of a restaurant at a distance that was caught in the picture.
The location, where the trailers were kept, confirmed Rhea’s suspicion that the cargo conta
