Chapter 47 The Weight Of Silence

• A message came in the middle of the night, a single line of text blinking on my phone screen: *“I know where the money’s going. Meet me at the old train station.”*
• I stared at it, my heart pounding, before grabbing my jacket and slipping out the door. The train station was a relic of a bygone era, its platform crumbling and its tracks overgrown with weeds.
• I found him huddled under the shelter, his hood pulled low over his face and a laptop clutched to his chest.