INTRIGGERED, GREGORY CONTINUED the video. About a minute after Fadiq left, the two men also left the bathroom, but they went to the other side of the corridor, but something caught his attention:
One of the men was holding a black bag, rectangular and narrow.
It seemed to be a notebook inside its cover.
Attentive, Gregory Evans went back to the moment when the pair arrived at the bathroom and paid more attention to the details. When they arrived, they were not holding the notebook, but one of them had a bag with him, which he carried carefully.
— What the hell is that?! — he asked himself in a low voice...
Gregory's head seemed to explode!
What could that mean?
Did those men give it to him?
Or had the boy been sabotaged?
Supposedly it was the explosive, which confirmed once again that young Fadiq was the alleged terrorist.
But what about the notebook?
HE CONTINUED THE VIDEO, although he didn't think there would be anything else important, he still wanted to watch it until the end. The video ended with a black background and a caption in white letters, in the center of the screen, that said: En passant.
At first, Greg didn't understand the term, but, astute as he was, after thinking about it, he remembered when he enjoyed playing chess with his grandfather. That term designated a move, where a pawn captured another while it was in passing. Even understanding the analogy, he still had doubts about what it meant.
He took a sip of cold coffee.
En passant, en passant...
what's that?
SUDDENLY, SOMETHING MADE SENSE. The email, the invitation to go to the marathon, the meeting with those men. If he was innocent as his father said, surely the boy was involved just by passing by.
Was this set up?
Was the boy a pawn?
For whom?
Forgetting to even find out who had sent that important email, Gregory began to think about the theory of a terrorist cell that was searching for and using Muslims in this way in the country, but that didn't make sense.
Radicals always appear, no matter how many are killed...
There was no need for that kind of plot. Maybe the key to everything really was in that computer...