Ethan’s curiosity grew stronger as he pulled up to the mansion. Who could it be? Who had visited the house? His mind raced, trying to make sense of everything that had happened today. There were so many questions, so many possibilities, and it was hard to shake off the unsettling feeling that someone might be hiding something.
"Yes, sir," the guard repeated, nodding earnestly. "A man and a woman came by earlier. They didn’t stay long, though —less than half an hour."
Ethan took a deep breath, his thoughts still racing. "Alright. Thank you." He reached into his pocket and handed the guard a crisp one-hundred-thousand-rupiah note.
The guard hesitated, holding up his hand. "What’s this for, sir?"
"Buy yourself some cigarettes and coffee," Ethan said casually, though his mind was elsewhere
