Chapter 52: Mission / Massacre
Just when the warmth of their breakfast started to sink in and the tension of past days began to fade, Alfie’s phone buzzed harshly on the table—cutting through the calm like a knife.
Loren paused mid-bite, immediately sensing something was off by the way Alfie’s face stiffened as he read the message.
"Who is it?" she asked, her voice soft but alert.
Alfie looked at her for a second before answering.
"It’s them. The police unit we’re... working with. They want us in immediately. Urgent briefing."
Loren’s cheerful glow dimmed.
"What now?" she asked, though she was already bracing for bad news.
"They said..." Alfie hesitated. "They have a lead. A solid one. On where The Fool might be hiding."
A thick silence hung between them.
Alfie clenched his jaw.
"They didn’t give details in the message. Just told us to report. Now."