Mapping the Puzzle
Jessica and I sat with notebooks sprawled across the table, trying to figure out where to look next. The internet was a maze, a puzzle to be solved.
‘We need a plan,’ Jessica said, tapping a pen against her cheek. ‘Maybe start with anyone connected to that article?
‘ Reluctantly nodding, I agreed. Her determination fired me up, and soon we had a list of ideas to track down more about Daniel’s complicated past.