"The person hasn't come back. Why aren't you out there looking? What are you doing waiting outside the hotel, waiting for me to come?!"
"Sorry, Lord."
The last thing Baron Lawrence wanted to hear was an apology. If apologies worked, what use would there be for police?
He rested one hand on the steering wheel, calming down, his face icy as he gave instructions calmly, "Think of a way to get the surveillance footage around Birch Garden immediately. Check which direction the car went after losing contact. I'm on my way now, hurry!"
The signal might disappear, but a car wouldn't just vanish for no reason.
Even a bird leaves a trace when it flies by.
Let alone a car that big!
He didn't believe they wouldn't be able to find a clue!
It's just that this bunch of idiots wasted so much time, and he didn't even know what the situation was now.
Baron Lawrence furrowed his brows, ended the call.
Then redialed Edward Jackson's number.
