After taking the piece of paper with the phone number, Caroline Edwin left.
She didn't rush back to the Daniel family's old house on her Yamaha motorcycle, opting for a simple meal at a random restaurant instead.
In the evening, under the sparse starlight, the suburban villa was a picture of solitude, without the sound of cars or the noise of crowds.
If it weren't for the lights on in the mansion, the surroundings would have seemed even more desolate and cold.
Caroline sat on a large tree not far from the gate, her right leg resting on a thick branch and her left leg draped over her right.
Leaning against the trunk, she wore a black earbud in one ear, with both hands holding her cell phone playing Happy Match.
On a hot summer day like this, one would expect many mosquitoes around the tree, but there were none near her.
Suddenly.
The doorbell of the Lawrence villa rang.
Caroline quit the game, took off her headphones and put them in a plastic bag hanging from a branch.
