Nathaniel sat rigidly, his sharp features drawn tight as he asked, "What did you find?"
"From Roberto's phone details, I got something shocking," Kelvin said. "He had been in touch with an informer—a man who often provided information about crimes in the locality to the cops."
Nathaniel's gaze sharpened, a flicker of confirmation crossing his expression. He had suspected as much. He recalled instructing Roberto to keep an eye on Riya to check if Zachary had been threatening her to do something. Now, hearing this, the unease in his chest coiled into cold certainty.
"I knew it," he muttered. "Something is fishy about his accident. I'm sure Zachary had a hand in it." He looked at Kelvin, his tone demanding. "Did you find the informer?"
