"Matt! What the hell is going on?" Savannah held her breath and ran to him.
Matt looked up at them, his face worn and sallow. It seemed that the stubble came out of his face after a sleepless night.
He stood up and said in a husky voice, "Olivia didn't come back late yesterday. I knew she would see her cousin off, so I didn't think much at first. After eleven, I was a little anxious, so I called her. No one answered the phone. When I was ready to go out to find her, I received a call from the police. They said that Olivia was found seriously injured in the bar called Hot Bird. It seemed that she had fallen down the stairs..."
He choked and stopped here.
"Olivia and I went shopping in the afternoon, and we separated after dinner. Why did she go to the bar? How did she fall down the stairs for no reason? Did the police find anything?" Savannah was burning with anxiety.
