She swung her black leather bag from her shoulder and crouched slightly, digging through it. The tension was suffocating.
Finally, the woman produced a sleek silver laptop and set it gently on the dusty hood of a parked SUV.
"I was contacted by one of the men who kidnapped your son," she began. "He was scared. He had regrets. He wanted to confess… before he couldn't."
Eva's fingers twitched, barely resisting the urge to reach out and rip the laptop open herself.
"I was able to pull footage…" the woman continued.
