Freya was still staring at the image, heart pounding in her throat, when her phone rang.
Unknown Number.
She hesitated.
Then she answered.
"Freya," the voice was calm and confident. "Did you find it?"
"Who is this?" She asked stiffly.
"Someone who wants the truth out as much as you do," the voice said. "Don't waste time. What's on that drive will make everything clearer."
"Why should I trust you?" she snapped.
"Because the people you do trust? They're the ones lying to you."
And with that, the line went dead.
Freya stood frozen in the dark, flash drive in one hand, photo in the other.
With trembling hands, she tucked the drive and photo into her pocket and walked away swiftly.
Every sound behind her made her flinch.
She boarded a cab immediately she saw one and sighed when she was seated in the backseat. But the sigh wasn't a relieved one.
