Stroking his chin, Gem Atkinson fell into deep thought.
Time passed slowly…
No matter how much he thought, he couldn't figure it out.
"Perhaps, it's a guest room, specifically prepared for children?"
At last, that was Gem Atkinson's hesitant conclusion.
Stepping out of the room, he glanced at his wristwatch; it was one o'clock in the morning.
This damn woman still hadn't returned.
Squinting, he began to recall the way her lips moved when talking to Yigol Foster…
"Amusement park."
Right, no wonder Yigol Foster's car headed in that direction.
"What's with adults going to an amusement park?"
However, the amusement park should be closed at this hour.
Unable to wait any longer, the man gathered his coat and decided to check the amusement park.
Monday.
At nine in the morning, Forsythia Brown stepped out of the elevator punctually, yet before she could reach her office, she saw Fred Andrews standing there.
"Fred Andrews."
"Miss Brown, good morning."
"Anything?"
