188 My Patience Has Reached Its Limit

The next morning, Frade went to work as usual, and when I was sleepy, I remember he kissed me goodbye. It was Liv's phone that woke me up. She told me that she had sent some messages to my email.

So I got up and opened my laptop after washing my face. I opened my email. The latest email was filled with computer code and pictures I couldn't read.

"Liv, honey," I said as I picked up the phone. "You'd better explain to me what all these codes and pictures mean. You know I'm not IT."

"I'm sorry.” Liv chuckled at the other end of the phone. "I knew sending these to you wouldn't work, but Mark insisted. He said there was evidence we found."

"So?"

"The picture of Margaret in the nightclub was posted by an Australian internet user, but we looked up the IP address and found that it was just a virtual address. So it could have been a hacker. You know, the harder the question, the more it gets my attention."

"Go on."