Zoe Sawyer patted her cheeks, forcing her attention away from Mr. Turner. She couldn't keep watching him. If she did, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself and would try to rescue him right then and there. That would only alert the enemy. If that happened, figuring out exactly what was going on here wouldn't be so easy!
"I've got the pictures. Let's look at the next area," Sean Hughes said to Zoe after checking the photos on his camera.
Zoe nodded and manipulated the door, moving their view to the other side of the room. Soon, the situation in this corner was revealed to the three of them.
Compared to Mr. Turner, who had been kowtowing non-stop until his forehead was swollen and bleeding, the woman in front of them seemed to be in a much better situation. But it was only an illusion.
The woman's hair was somewhat messy. She sat stiffly upright in a chair, her hands resting on the armrests, as water dripped steadily from between her fingers.
