A white lie

"Sir!"

Adam's voice cut through the air, drawing Alex's attention away from his thoughts. Alex turned to face Adam, his expression expectant as he noticed the paper in Adam's hands.

"What happened, Adam?" Alex inquired, his tone tinged with curiosity and a hint of concern.

"Sir, it's about the call. It was actually from Texas," Adam explained, his words causing Alex's brow to furrow in confusion.

"Texas?" Alex repeated, his mind racing with possibilities as he tried to make sense of the new information.

Adam nodded in confirmation, his demeanor serious as he relayed the details.

"The person who was following spotted him last at the airport," Adam continued, his voice laced with urgency.

Alex's features hardened as he absorbed the information, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach.

"But there was a lot of security, and he could not find out where Francisco left," Adam added, his words punctuated by a note of frustration.

"Also, he could not tell out his identity as we co