DEVON
I listened to Elena's explanation with every ounce of self-control I had in me. That piece of paper in my hand felt like a heavy metal slab with pointed lethal needles that lanced through my hand and soon may reach my heart if that threat came to reality.
When I saw Elena bothered, no wildest guess prepared me to hear that.
"Devon?"
Her slow and careful voice made me realise that I was silent for too long.
"Which coffee shop it was?" I asked calmly and saw her features slightly relax after recovering from a surprise at my reaction.
"Roasted Beans, near street no. 14." She answered.
I pulled out my phone from my pants pocket and dialled a number. The man on the other side picked up my call.
"Hello?"
"Devon Sanders."
I heard rustling for a short moment before the sound of the door closing was heard.
"Mr Sanders?! I... I mean... How may I help you sir?" He was clearly surprised to get a call from me at this odd hour.
