"Hmn…"
Inside a small, and quite hot, room, Prof was crouching down with gloves on both of his hands, his shoulder-length hair tied to the back, while carefully looking at the things randomly scattered on the floor.
There were clothes, several bottles of water, a dirty fabric, and some drops of blood.
Prof then sighed as he picked up the phone he left on the table which is connected to Chess' phone who's still in the room with Cale.
"He's gone. I found the tracker in the trash bin." Prof then informed.
Cale, who's listening on the other side with Chess beside him, simply checked the screen once again. And the tracker that Prof found is definitely the tracker he placed on Lawrence.
["Then, I can't do anything about it. We lost him."] he said.
Prof, who traveled all the way from the university up to this secluded old apartment, was dumbfounded.
He wasted his time for nothing.
