Chapter 23

I have been in a state of disarray, unable to think about anything else ever since I got that message. Numerous questions flood my head with no answer in sight.

The only thing I have answered right now is the wristwatch the man wore. It is a limited edition Rolex wristwatch and the information is of no use if I don't know who I am looking for.

I'm going crazy out of my mind and confused.

My day is unmemorable as usual. I take my much-needed coffee, replay the video until my head hurts, and then shower to clear my head. Then I head downstairs and have the most distasteful breakfast ever.

Cereals while I think about the video again.

I'm about to head out to meet the anonymous sender when I get a call from Uncle Stanley.

Thirty minutes later, I find myself in the worn booth of a bakery shop, seated across from Uncle Stanley. The memory of when I used to come here with Uncle Stanley as a child sits at the back of my mind, vivid like it happened yesterday but I can't reminisce. Not wit