George did not ask Eric to sit.
Eric understood the message and remained standing.
The office was too quiet. George's broken phone had already been replaced. A new device lay on the desk, still without many numbers saved inside it. That alone was enough to remind Eric why he had been called.
"What did you find?" George asked.
Eric placed a thin folder on the desk.
"Not much," he said. "The caller was careful. Every trace ends before it reaches a person."
George opened the folder but did not read immediately.
"The phone?"
"The call to you came from a public booth near the old transport quarter," Eric said. "By the time we checked it, there was nothing useful. The booth sees too much daily use, and the nearby shops did not remember anyone clearly. No fixed camera angle caught the face. The man either knew that, or he was lucky."
George's eyes moved.
"Lucky people do not reach my number that fast."
"That is why I said careful."
George turned one page.
