C189 A Threat.

One sentence scared Trad to death.

After what happened last night, Trad had been worried about it ever since. Trad had seen that blood-stained guy take the camera from the hands of the two boys. Could it be that that person was me?

So, the photos from last night were all in my hands?

Countless thoughts surged into Trad's mind, and he was calculating all kinds of possibilities