Sylvan Cheney watched Jasmine Yale leave the mall before making several phone calls.
It didn't take long for Sylvan to confirm that Ann Nolan's flight had arrived in Landon at three o'clock in the middle of the night yesterday.
Three o'clock last night—it had been nearly ten hours since then.
Sylvan's brow furrowed as he instructed his subordinates to investigate the Santos Mansion.
The reply he received was that Ann hadn't returned to the Santos Mansion, nor was there any record of Ann checking into the major hotels.
A woman alone in Landon for ten hours, especially deep into the night—where could she have gone?
At this moment, sunlight spilled outside, its radiant brilliance falling on the glass windows, refracting into prismatic colors.
Sylvan closed his eyes slightly, and a place suddenly flashed through his mind.
He called Zachary Santos back: "I had someone investigate. Ann indeed returned to Landon."
"Did you find her?"
