It had been an hour, yet not a single person had complained about the wait. Instead, they all sat there like an audience waiting for the act—for Gustavo. The suspense was palpable; you could see it written all over their faces—all five of them. The room's poor lighting didn't help either.
Finally, Gustavo barged in, and his presence brought a sense of unease to the room. He walked in with a briefcase in his hands, looking as tired as possible in his suit.
"Good evening," Gustavo said, but his voice didn't come out at its best volume. He looked and sounded like the frustration he was going through cracking the case. His lack of sleep didn't make it any better either. His eyes were surrounded by dark circles, and his face was dehydrated.
"Any results?" Jeremiah was the first to ask.
Gust
