That evening, I went to his apartment. He wasnโt there, but the blue notebook was sitting on his desk. Inside were pages filled with dates, names and conversations weโd had over the past year. At the very back was a note with my name on it.
The note explained everything. My friend had been documenting our conversations because heโd noticed someone at work was leaking private information about several employees. He suspected the information was coming from our own team. My name kept appearing because I was unknowingly being used as the source.
I got a message from an unknown number saying, โYou donโt know me, but I know what you did.โ I ignored it. Five minutes later, another message arrived with a photograph of me sitting alone in a cafรฉ. I was confused because the photo had been taken that same morning.
I asked who they were. They replied, โAsk your friend about the blue notebook.โ I immediately thought of my best friend. Weโd been working on a project together, and he always carried a blue notebook. I called him. He didnโt answer.