Abigail burst into the study, her urgency evident in the rapid clicking of her heels on the hardwood floor. She had a mission, and she wasn't going to waste any time. With a quick flick of her wrist, she switched on the lamp, illuminating the darkened room.
Her instincts told her that Christopher might have retained a photo of the mysterious ring somewhere in the depths of his laptop. She could have gone to the police station to look at the man's items that they had gathered, but she didn't want to alert her enemies that she was now actively working with Jasper. She intended to remain in the shadows, subtly sharing vital information with Jasper.
Abigail made her way to the desk, her eyes fixed on the sleek black laptop sitting atop a tidy pile of papers. Without hesitation, she dropped into the chair. She swiftly entered the password, revealing the screen's contents.
