"Beep, beep—"
The notification sound rang out, and Polly Sutton opened the message to see one from Matthew Quinn.
[Matthew Quinn: [Image]
Matthew Quinn: Victor Parker?]
Although the photo was taken from a distance, it was clear who was sitting in the bar booth—not only was it Victor Parker, but Prima Lynn was nestled beside him.
Polly Sutton felt a tug at her heart, a dull ache spreading, and even her fingertips trembled slightly as she typed.
[Polly Sutton: Probably working.]
She was making excuses for him, yet it also seemed as if she was comforting herself.
Even though this comfort was of little use.
After sending this message, Polly sent another one to Edgar Lucas.
[Please let me know when Victor Parker finishes his mission; I have something to discuss with him.]
After saying it, the feeling of suffocation in Polly Sutton's chest was almost overwhelming. She stood up, trying to walk around, but couldn't shake off this feeling.
