The investigation into Evelyn's final phone call led them across the sprawling metropolis the following afternoon. According to the telecom records Zeraida had uncovered, the unidentified recipient's number had once been registered to a modest residential apartment complex.
The physical address initially meant nothing to Xaviere when he reviewed the page.
However, the moment their vehicle pulled up to the curb, a sudden stillness came over him. Evelyn had secretly rented an apartment inside this very building before their high-society relationship had been made public to the media.
She kept this place long after we moved into the city, Xaviere realized, his dark eyes taking in the weathered stone facade.
Neither of them uttered a word as they entered the aging lobby, accompanied at a respectful distance by two private security personnel. The private residential unit had remained vacant for years, its interior coated in thick dust and faded beneath the heavy weight of time.
