The Old Blackthorne's Secret Mission

Damien's eyes darted between the surroundings and Wilma, who held the phone to her ear with a focused expression. The tension in the room was evident, each passing second felt like an eternity. 

With a determined glint in her eyes, Wilma glanced at Damien and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Hang in there, Damien," she said in a whisper, carrying a casual yet encouraging tone. "I have a good feeling about this. We're going to get some answers soon."

They knew this call could hold the answers they desperately sought, and they braced themselves for the upcoming information that would shape the course of their search.

As the phone call finally connected, Wilma's face lit up with anticipation. With a quick glance at Damien, she answered the call with a mix of curiosity and hope.

"Hello?" she said, in casual yet eager tone, ready to listen intently to the voice on the other end of the line.