The tea leading a losing game

The next morning, early again, I marched my way to Rene's office.

He is unusually awake, or did he sleep already?

Anyway, I continued on my way, to disturb the only person I can disturb here.

I marched inside his office and he sighed staring at the disturbance coming after him again. I only have a few people in my circle and I seem to always interrupt them on their normal routines.

Last night I thought of spilling what I know. They are on the way to her anyway. It is more practical to just go with their flow right now.

"I am sure the woman who drives away from the center is sporting her hair color," I stated. "This is also the handkerchief that I've picked up on the office when I called to ask where you had encountered the traitor. The woman driving on the center and me finding that handkerchief happened on the same day, the day when the ambush happened."

I placed the handkerchief in a way that he can immediately see the embroidery. He reached for it and he glided his thumb on the embroidery, feeling it on his skin. Rene then moved his hand to reach for the black telephone on the table.

"Get Ciarra Beatriz now." I heard him order someone.

I glanced at him and he nodded to confirm what's on my mind.