DIMITRA

She glanced back at all the bereaved people, screaming, crying or in a daze behind her before she descended further down the rocks and faced the sea.

She pressed the airpod in her ear, hidden under all her hair. “Go on.”

“We found the chief of the medical team,” the voice said over the line.

“Will he work for us?”

“We found something convincing on him.” The voice responded.

“Good. Send it to my private email.” She said and was about to hang up, when the ...