One late afternoon, the call she had been waiting for finally came. “We’ve found some strange patterns… and more,” the investigator said, hinting at the gravity of the findings. “I’ll have a full report ready by tomorrow.” Matilda felt her heart race with anticipation.
The purpose of these trips remained unclear; Vincent was retired with no apparent business interests or obligations. The uncharacteristic nature of these excursions, cloaked in secrecy and devoid of explanation, set Matilda’s nerves on edge. Maybe this is the break she was looking for.