Tracking Richard

I sat in my cluttered office as rain tapped softly against the window, the gray light outside matching the mood inside me. My eyes were fixed on the computer screen where the tracker on Richard's phone had revealed something unexpected: a name, Zeina Delgado. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the shock. Richard had never mentioned her, and yet, the data was clear. My mind raced with questions. Who was Zeina Delgado, and why was her name linked to Richard's phone?

Just then, Kilian walked in. He was calm and measured, the kind of man who always seemed to have an answer even in chaos. "Gonzalo," he said, nodding as he closed the door behind him, "I have the latest updates on the phone." I motioned him to sit across from me at the scarred wooden table. The rain, the low hum of the heater, and the soft ticking of an old clock set a quiet, tense background.