Darwin's POV 

‘Davis.’ A name that echoed in my head again and again. 

‘What if he isn't that person?’ When I questioned myself about this, a series of what happened at the restaurant flashed through my mind again and again. 

That was evidence I couldn't just ditch. ‘I must reach out to the police to investigate this matter.’ Fixing my mind on this, I reached out to my phone that lay beside me.

Dialing an officer's number, he picked up at once.

“Hello, is this Larry?” I asked, stiffening my voice. 

“Very well, sir. How may I be of help?” He asked me outrightly.

“Miss Veronica, one of my workers...