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“What do you mean?”
“They were arguing. Not loudly, but you could tell. Tension. The other man left first. Youssef stayed for a bit longer, then left too.”
Another pause.
The manager frowned, thinking.
That was enough.
The manager nodded.
Salma exchanged a glance with Karim.
“Let’s take a look.”
They watched the footage in silence.
There he was—Youssef.
He sat at a small table near the window, tapping his fingers against the cup in front of him.
Tall. Wearing a dark jacket, hood partially up.
He sat across from Youssef.
The conversation began.
At first, it seemed calm. But within minutes, their body language shifted. Leaning forward. Sharp gestures. At one point, Youssef shook his head emphatically.
The other man leaned in closer.
Said something.