The next morning, as promised, Penny sent the developed photos over in the mail. She’d tucked them away into a pleasant little envelope, hiding away its dark interior.
She’d added a little note inside, " I got the photos developed! I'll send the digital copies to you soon as possible."
I held it to my chest, a sense of anticipation and dread mingling within me. The photos were our ammunition, our evidence, but they were also destructive. "Thank you, Penny."
A while later, I met up with Scarlett in town square. The moment she saw the envelope in my hand, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"I wish I’d known about this private detective of yours sooner, Evie," Scarlett remarked, her tone teasing.
“She’s more a like a reporter,” I clarified, returning the smile.
Not wasting any more time
