However, Jason was still frowning.
His gaze first measured McCaul, then shifted to the little girl by McCaul's side, and finally, he turned to look at Kemi standing beside him, his frown deepening by the second.
He had thought of a possibility.
But before that, Jason looked toward McCaul.
"Can you prove you're McCaul?"
He asked in such a way.
"Of course, do you need to see my ID?"
"And the letter from before—I've thought it over for a long time... I just want to give you a piece of advice."
McCaul recounted the contents of that letter, proving his identity.
"Hmm."
After Jason nodded his approval, he solemnly asked, "If, I mean if! I hadn't shown up here, would you have eliminated them all cleanly?"
"The chef wouldn't."
"That chef is innocent."
"He's just here cooking, earning a salary."
McCaul explained.
Being a man of principles, McCaul felt he had to make things clear.
"And then?"
Jason continued to inquire.
"After that, I will take care of Telly."
"And then..."
