We have to strategize

Tyler sat relaxed, twirling the pen in his hand as a thoughtful gesture. "I called Judas and asked him about the days Smith usually frequents the club," he revealed, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

Sanya's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, that was quick! When did you call him?" she inquired.

Tyler chuckled, a sly grin spreading across his face. "That's why I always say you should be our lead inspector – you're unparalleled at extracting information and outsmarting others," he praised, his laughter filling the room.

Sanya smiled warmly. "You're not so bad yourself, Tyler. Your instincts are impressive."

Tyler shrugged, his grin lingering. "Just doing what needs to be done. Now, let's review what Judas shared."

As he spoke, Tyler pulled out a notebook and flipped through the pages, his eyes scanning the scribbled notes.

"Oh, I see you're after that skill," Sanya replied, a hint of amusement dancing in her voice. "Well, no skill is a waste."

She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto