Ninety three

As he reached the intersection, Felix noticed a black car parked by the roadside. Inside, a man in a leather jacket sat waiting, his expression unreadable. It was Kevin, the informant who had been helping Felix gather information about Rudolf. Felix turned off his engine and stepped out. The cold air immediately stung his skin, but he ignored it. Under the light drizzle, Kevin also exited his car, and they faced each other at the side of the road.

"Felix," Kevin greeted briefly, pulling up the collar of his jacket against the chilly wind. "I have news."

Felix gave a sharp nod. "Tell me."

Kevin slid a hand into his jacket pocket, retrieving his phone, and showed Felix a message. "We’ve found Rudolf. We tracked him to the outskirts of town, hiding in an old motel. He’s planning to flee the city tonight."

Felix narrowed his eyes, his body tense. "What is he carrying?"

"Evidence," Kevin replied with a serious expression. "Documents and photos linking him to Irene’s murder. It seems he’s t