Snapping photos
As they laughed and clinked glasses, I snapped some photos with my phone from behind a potted plant. My hands shook, but I steadied myself, focusing on getting clear shots of their interaction and the mysterious envelope.
These pictures might not tell me everything, but they were proof. Proof that Markon was up to something deceitful and serious.
With each snap, I felt a small victory, slowly piecing together the puzzle that was my unwinding life.