Recap
Time to focus. If Benjamin believed in me, I had to believe in myself too.
Police Station
At the police station, tension filled the room as officers discussed the latest development.
"Are you absolutely certain Mr. Stridha sent this over?" one officer asked, his tone sharp.
"Yes, sir. He mentioned he wasn't in a position to come in person but didn't elaborate further," replied another officer, holding up the evidence.
One officer scoffed, adjusting his sleeve, clearly frustrated. "He sends a video with no real substance? Why don't we just bring him in ourselves?"
The senior officer frowned. "Have you thoroughly examined the video? If he sent it as proof—"
"We did, sir," the analyst interjected. "It's been reviewed. There's nothing incriminating or useful in it."
"It feels like he's mocking us," another officer grumbled. "This is about someone's life, and he's sending irrelevant files."
