Arthur’s P.O.V. (Continued)
Thomas’s face went darker….
“Our team tri… tried to trace the sender’s account, a… and we got the lead, but.” Thomas paused, his face turned red from embarrassment and rage.
“You met a dead end,” I mumbled; disappointment filled my heart, too.
“The account…” he spoke, making me raise my brow.
“The person closed the account early this morning. He waited a full day to close the account.”
I knitted my brows, intrigued.
Before Thomas could say another word, or I could say what I understood, Skye mumbled through the mind-link.
“He wanted to be found, but something happened that made him close the account abruptly.”
“What are you suggesting?” I asked her through mind-link.
“The timings were odd. On the surface, it looked as if the person had done everything
