Feeling hopeless...

Cassandra places her expensive binoculars back on her lap as she sends him a text.

[Fuck nothing on my side] Zayn, who feels the vibration of his text looks at his phone. It felt irritating to have something else in his vision which blocked the partial view of his sight.

[Don't worry Cass be cool] He texts her back.

Cassandra gazes into her wristwatch and finds the time to be 23 minutes far from his death time. She felt pressured and incredibly sick to the stomach. The guilt of not being able to detect a clue and the feeling of failure was making her heart pound like a drum.

But she had to do this by hook or crook.

There was a small foil coated fast food which was lifted in the air by a person in the audience, far to the north. The sunlight subtly reflects on something shiny on the football ground.

Cassandra notices something sharply blinding on her eye. She furrows her eyebrows and lifts her binoculars back up. She tries to trace the little shiny object that was projecting out from