The information from the detective casts a shadow over our already anxious conversation.
As Candy and I sit in the dim lighting of Zayn's bar area, the gravity of the situation sinks deeper.
The room, once a place of relaxation and light banter, now feels like the centre of a chilling mystery.
Candy's eyes meet mine, filled with a mixture of fear and resolve.
"This can't be a coincidence."
She whispers, her voice tinged with urgency.
"Emily disappears right after Megan is shot? And they had been in contact right before it happened? It feels orchestrated."
I nod, my mind racing with possibilities and scenarios.
"It's like someone is cleaning up loose ends, and now Emily might be a target too."
I say, feeling a chill run down my spine.
"We need to find her before anything happens."
Candy pulls out her phone, fingers tapping rapidly as she sends messages to any mutual contacts who might know Emily's whereabouts.
