AT THE SAME TIME
XAVIER'S POINT OF VIEW:
The room was quiet except for the occasional creak of the old wooden floor. Everyone was deep in thought, the weight of what had happened pressing down on us. I could see the gears turning in Terrence’s mind as he paced near the window, his phone in hand.
"We need to figure out who that guy was." Terrence said finally, breaking the silence. "The police stopped him, right? They must have ID’d him by now."
"I’ll call the station." John said, pulling out his phone. "I’ve got a contact there who can give us an update."
As John stepped into the hallway to make the call, Zavier crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.
"If this guy wasn’t Victoria’s lackey, then who was he? It doesn’t make sense for it to just be some random lunatic."Zavier aske
