As he spoke, my mind was a flurry of thoughts. What case? How was I involved? The questions piled on top of each other, each answer only leading to more confusion.
“I can’t say too much over the phone, but the document you received is part of a larger investigation. Someone believed you were a key piece to understanding the bigger picture,” Mr. Parker explained, his eyes studying my reaction.
“But how did it end up in my bag?” I asked, still grappling with the absurdity of the situation.
“That’s something we’re looking into. It’s possible someone close to you wanted to ensure you were informed, even if it’s in an indirect manner,” he replied, choosing his words carefully.
“So, what happens now?” I asked, feeling a mix of relief and concern.
“We’ll be conducting further investigations, and we’ll need you to stay in touch. Consider this a first step in understanding what’s happening,” Mr. Parker said, closing the file with a finality that left little room for further questions.
I left the office with more answers than I had arrived with, yet the uncertainty remained. The document had opened a door to a world I didn’t know existed, and I was standing at the threshold, unsure of what lay ahead.
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