Alexander
I was feeling anxious; every time the man tried to explain, my heart raced.
"What did she do?"
His eyes locked onto mine.
"She started going out less."
I frowned.
"Is that suspicious?"
"No."
His answer was immediate.
"On its own, it's not…"
I was grateful for that.
An investigator who called someone suspicious for staying home wasn't a good investigator.
He continued.
"But I started noticing a pattern."
He took the envelope from my hands and opened it. I think he realized I wouldn't. He took some photographs out of the envelope and placed them on the table. My eyes dropped.
Vanessa entering her building. Vanessa leaving wearing sunglasses and a cap.
Vanessa looking both ways before walking away.
I frowned.
"Is she hiding?"
The man nodded.
"Why is she hiding?"
