#159 “Who Told You About Kyle?”


    Evelyn’s eyes darted between the two men, desperation and fear mingling in her gaze. Her mind raced,


    urgently seeking an escape route from the perilous situation that had befallen her.


    “No one sent me,” she responded, her voice a delicate mix of nervousness and defiance.


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    The men exchanged a knowing nce, suspicion lingering in the air. One of them, his tone usatory,


    retorted, Then why was there a cop with you? I assume you’re also from the police.”


    Evelyn, though fear gnawed at her, let out a strained grunt of frustration. ” Please. Do I look like a cop


    to you? I can’t even do a sit-up.” The attempt at levity, however feeble, served as her defense in the


    face of their intense scrutiny.


    The room seemed to hold its breath as the men considered her response. Evelyn’s heart pounded in


    her chest, the seconds ticking away like an ominous countdown. Finally, one of them spoke, his voice


    cold and demanding.


    “For thest time, why were you looking into Kyle Vitali’s life?”


    Evelyn thought that if she said she was Kyle’s ex the men might decide to do something to him too.


    She didn’t know what his rtionship was with these people, but since he stopped going there, things


    must not have gone well, Evelyn thought. She decided to lie.


    Evelyn swallowed nervously before responding, “I… I just heard some things. Rumors, you know? I


    was curious, that’s all.”


    The men exchanged skeptical nces, unconvinced by her exnation. The atmosphere in the room


    grew more charged with tension.


    “Who told you about Kyle?” the other man demanded, his tone harsh.


    Evelyn hesitated, grappling with the internal struggle between self- preservation and the pressure to


    divulge information. “It was just people talking in the neighborhood. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”


    The first man leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t y games with us. What’s your real


    connection to Kyle Vitali?”


    “I swear, I don’t have any connection to him. I was just curious,” Evelyn pleaded, her eyes wide with


    fear.


    The second man, growing impatient, tightened his grip on the chair. “You better start telling the truth if


    you know what’s good for you.”


    Evelyn’s mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of the increasingly perilous situation.


    “I don’t know anything,” Evelyn insisted.


    The men exchanged incredulous nces, skepticism etched across their faces. After a brief, silent


    communication, one of them nodded decisively.


    “Fine. If you don’t want to talk to us, you’ll talk to the boss,” he dered coldly.


    With abrupt efficiency, they untied Evelyn from the chair, their grip rough and unyielding. She was


    pulled up and dragged out of the apartment, stumbling under their forceful control.


    Sophia found herself in her office, immersed in a sea of paperwork that had umted after recent


    dates with Alexander. Despite the workload, she cherished the time spent with him, considering it a


    worthwhile trade-off.


    “Sophia, they’re looking for you on the second line,” the secretary announced, breaking into her focus.


    “Who’s looking for me?” Sophia inquired, pausing before picking up.


    “Some Dane. He sounds serious, said it’s rted to Evelyn,” the secretary responded.


    Sophia frowned, wondering why Evelyn hadn’t simply called her directly if she wanted to talk.


    “ept the call,” Sophia finally instructed.


    She picked up her phone, curious about the unexpected call from Dane, an unfamiliar name to her.


    “Hello, Sophia. I’m Dane Samoa, a third division police officer,” a calm voice introduced itself.


    “Hello, policeman. Is there a problem?” Sophia asked, puzzled by the nature of the call.


    “Please call me Dane; I’m not calling on official business,” Dane chuckled. ” It’s about Evelyn. She’s a


    close friend of mine and asked me to find out information about Kyle.”


    Sophia swallowed, her thoughts racing. Evelyn’s involving the police seemed extreme, but she


    appreciated her friend’s determination.


    “Why are you calling me? You don’t have Evelyn’s phone, do you?” Sophia inquired.


    “It’s not that. She asked me to call you if I couldn’t reach her. She gave me your number. I’ve been


    trying to reach her since yesterday morning, but she doesn’t answer,” Dane exined, genuine


    concern creeping into his voice.


    “Why did she assume you wouldn’t be able to connect with her?” Sophia probed, her analytical mind


    taking over.


    “When we went to an address listed in the system as Kyle’s home, we happened upon a strange man


    who told us to leave and not ask any questions. I looked into it, and it turned out to be part of a


    dangerous drug trafficking organization. I’m worried about Evelyn, Sophia.”


    Sophia’s heartbeat quickened, but she quicklyposed herself.


    “Dane, you have to tell me everything you know,” Sophia dered, grabbing her bag from the office.


    “And I’ll check Evelyn’s home.”


    Sophia hurriedly exited her office, her mind racing with concern for Evelyn. She weaved through the


    busy office space, acknowledging the curious nces from her colleagues as she made her way to the


    elevator.


    As she reached her car, she dialed Dane’s number again, her fingers tapping nervously on the steering


    wheel. “Dane, it’s Sophia. Keep me updated on anything you find and I will call you right away when I


    get there.”


    “Be careful, Sophia,” Dane cautioned, his voice filled with genuine worry. “I will check if there is any


    more information rted to this organization.”


    Sophia nodded, though Dane couldn’t see it through the phone. She drove to Evelyn’s home with a


    sense of urgency, the worry intensifying with every passing minute.