The surveillance began as expected, with the investigator tailing Vincent through his predictable routine. Vincent spent most of his days at familiar spots—playing golf at the country club, mingling at exclusive Sunday gatherings, or relaxing at his girlfriend’s townhouse.
Each day felt uneventful, almost mundane, as Vincent followed his usual pattern without a hint of deviation. Matilda’s anticipation simmered, her hopes of discovering something significant yet dwindling down with each passing day.