<i>"Hold on..."</i>, she said. Amanda searched through her A4-sized notepad for the page where she had quickly scribbled down the phone number that she had seen next to the man's phone. It took her a while to find, the location at which she had written it was one she did not mark, out of fear that the man would discover it if anything would have gone wrong. After a few seconds she found the number.<i>"Run 02071273028 for me, will you? Activity for the last week, incoming and outcoming calls. See if any recordings can be retrieved and if the name 'Black' comes up anywhere. That will be all."<br/>
</i><br/>Amanda hung up and looked behind her. The door was still closed and as far as she knew, the man had not returned from his run upstairs just yet. This was her chance to check out the vehicle. She searched her pocket for a hairband that she then used to retain her curls once again. The glasses were slid into an inner pocket of her jacket and she made her way to the car. Knowing that she had little time before the man might get downstairs and see her, she immediately went for the back of the van and looked inside.<br/><br/>The boxes and containers filled the back of the van. Amanda took some time to stare through the window in an attempt to make out any sort of details that could hint at them being related to the drug-heist. She also took a closer glance at the interior through the side window, this time not holding back to not seem suspicious. She was hoping the search team would be here soon, time was ticking.<br/><br/>Amanda looked over her shoulder to the man's house once again. He was hiding something... but what?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>