>Alisha
The office door closed behind Eleina with a soft, clean click. I watched the door for a moment, my eyes lingering there as if I could still see her standing on the other side. Only after a few seconds did I pull my attention back to my desk, where the camera lay waiting.
I picked it up and thumbed through the photos again. Each picture looked the same as before, but I checked them anyway. It helped me think.
"So?" I asked without looking at Marcus. "Did you find out where the information came from?"
Marcus cleared his throat. He moved forward and placed a thick folder on the desk. Papers shifted inside with a soft rustle. "We traced the phone's IP," he said. "It led us to a homeless man in the center of Country P's biggest city."
I set the camera down and dragged the folder closer. The edges were rough under my fingers. I opened it slowly, letting my eyes scan the documents one by one.
