DAMIEN
Dustin stepped into the living room. “All calls in the call logs were made here in Manhattan and the most suspicious call was made from a phone booth here in Manhattan too.”
“You still think it was Ricci?” I asked Dave and he nodded. “didn’t you hear him say that all calls were made here in Manhattan?”
“what if,” he uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, “have you ever thought of the possibility that Ricci might be here in Manhattan and that this might be the reason why we haven’t found him all these while?”
I frowned, my brain mulling over his logic.
“Think about it,” he continued, “maybe we have been searching the wrong place.”
I am not going to jump to a conclusion. “Thank you for doing a diligent job Dustin.”
He gave me a nod. “the pleasure is all mine sir.” He gave me a
