Chapter 32

As we embarked on the journey back to the office, a sense of exhilaration and anticipation filled the air. The weight of the case hung heavy on our minds, and my thoughts were consumed by the encounter with Robert Anderson. I couldn’t help but voice my suspicions to Elera, eager to share my observations.

“You know, Elera, something about Robert Anderson just didn’t sit right with me,” I muttered, breaking the silence that enveloped the car. “His body language, the way he averted his gaze—it all screamed ‘guilty’ to me.”

Elera glanced at me, her eyes reflecting the same determination and curiosity that burned within me. “I noticed that too,” she replied, a hint of excitement in her voice. “He seemed so uneasy, almost as if he was hiding something. And did you see the way he shifted his weight from one foot to another? Classic signs of discomfort.”

I nodded, my mind racing with the implications of our shared observations. “Exactly! And let’s not forget how he stumble