Jasmine Yale nodded blankly, at a loss.
Sylvan Cheney immediately hung up the phone and called Charles Mcintosh.
Mcintosh was not at the Cheney Group, his place was closer to the kindergarten.
"Mr. Cheney, the kindergarten has sent a message. Our man saw a figure in the playground behind the kindergarten." Mcintosh said.
With this weather, the open-air playground in the kindergarten is essentially just decoration, almost no children would go there to play.
Add to that it had just rained, and the outdoor facilities are not completely dry, forming a thin layer of ice on the top.
Chale Cheney is very sensible, he absolutely would not run there to play.
"Has someone been dispatched?" Sylvan Cheney asked.
"We are already in action, we will notify you immediately if there is any news." Mcintosh said. "Mr. Cheney, where are you now?"
"I'm on the road, at the second intersection on Broad Ride Road."
"Please drive carefully."
