Mike turned.
A middle-aged man was walking toward him.
His face was hard.
Suspicious.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"I—I just came to see someone," Mike replied.
"Who?"
Mike hesitated.
"Aisha."
The man's expression darkened instantly.
"What did you say?"
"I said I came to see—"
"Are you the one?" the man snapped.
Mike frowned.
"The one doing what?"
Before he could process the question fully, another man appeared from behind.
"You think we don't know?" the second man said angrily.
Mike's confusion deepened.
"I don't understand—"
But they weren't listening.