Mr. Te reached for his phone as soon as he was inside the jail warden's office. It was where he could have the freedom of calling anyone without being conscious of getting caught.
"Have you checked the site?" Mr. Te asked one of his men whom he assigned to monitor Ryan's activity on the island.
"Yes, sir, and there's no sign of anyone of them surviving," answered the man whose brows creased into a frown. Who would ever survive in that strong water vortex? He couldn't even imagine how the boat would crush into tiny pieces once it slams into the seabed.
