"Has he really gone abroad?"
"Yes, yes."
For three consecutive days, Jared Quinn would reply to Melody Thorne's messages, but each time after a long delay.
Dock.
Three men in ordinary clothing stood among the crowd, watching batches of cargo being unloaded from the ship. The man leading them held a cat in his arms. After searching for days, they finally identified the person behind it, a man whose psyche was twisted to extremes.
"Everything is set. We'll act the day after tomorrow," Leon Rivers spoke.
Jared Quinn responded indifferently, his dark eyes focused intently.
...
Three days later.
Melody Thorne stared at her phone. Jared Quinn's messages had stopped since last night, and she just discovered that Leon Rivers and Harold Chapman's phones had been turned off, without her knowing when it happened.
"What's wrong?" Howard Seymour asked, putting down a financial newspaper.
