"Might be nothing. Two suspects, a man and a woman. One of them mentioned how the 'fireworks' would be starting soon. It didn't exactly seem idle. The woman-" He couldn't really describe the look she'd given her companion. He replayed the scene in his head again, and there was a little bit of doubt. After all, they could have been referring to anything, it just wasn't sitting well. "She shut him up before he could say anything else."
He knew that going by his gut had nothing to do with solid evidence, nor that intuitions were always definite, but with past experience considered he had a responsibility to report what he felt he needed to. "I don't know, something about it just felt...sketchy. I have a shot of one of them, I'll send it over."
'It's probably nothing', his brain kept chanting over and over again, and he started to feel more like a creep for not only eavesdropping on someone else's conversation, but for finding it necessary to take a picture. That was a little stalker-ish, wasn't it? He grimaced a bit to himself, working the buttons on his phone again to send the image to Tenebrous. He could delete it off his own phone when he got home.