The information from the detective casts a shadow over our already anxious conversation.
As Candy and I sit in the dim lighting of Zayn's bar area, the gravity of the situation sinks deeper.
The room, once a place of relaxation and light banter, now feels like the centre of a chilling mystery.
Candy's eyes meet mine, filled with a mixture of fear and resolve.
"This can't be a coincidence."
She whispers, her voice tinged with urgency.
"Emily disappears right after Megan is shot? And they had been in contact right before it happened? It feels orchestrated."
I nod, my mind racing with possibilities and scenarios.
"It's like someone is cleaning up loose ends, and now Emily might be a target too."
I say, feeling a chill run down my spine.
"We need to find her before anything happens."
