Angus was working overtime these days. The new requirements of the smart port project kept him busy all day. Sean had not resumed his work. The doctor had advised him to rest for a few more days and not to put any pressure on his leg.
Angus was doing paperwork when a peon came and handed him an envelope. He flipped the envelope casually. There was no sender's name that piqued his interest.
He tore it open and peeked inside. He found some photographs of himself burying the waiter. A sudden feeling of cold expanded in his core, weakening his muscles. With his constant shaking hands, he couldn't keep holding the photographs and dropped them on the table. He was not this scared even when he had been burying him.
He wiped the cold sweat off his brow, wondering who had clicked on him. That night, he had not expected someone else's presence. How wrong he was? Not only was there someone else in the woods, but that person took his photograph.
