This time, it wasn't going to be just one source. He was going to assign the same task to another person—someone sharp, someone silent, someone who would get it done. Let both of them dig. Let them search in different directions. Whoever brings the truth first, brings it.
And maybe, just maybe, if the two stories match… then he'll know what to do next.
Because in Jerry's world, guessing was deadly.
And now, someone had to get involved.
At that moment, Jerry picked up his phone and stared at the screen for a while. His fingers hovered for a second before he finally tapped on the contact: Rebecca.
The call didn't even ring twice.
"Wow," came a sharp voice on the other end, loud and full of attitude. "Look who finally remembered I exist."
Jerry didn't say anything yet. He just waited.
Rebecca wasn't done.
