Time passed by the second, and the pursuit of Darcy Ross continued relentlessly.
At 2 a.m., Pearce's phone was silent, and the police tried once again to track Darcy's mobile number, but it was still out of contact.
At 2:30 a.m., still nothing.
At 3 a.m., the phone was still unreachable.
Luke knew there might be a problem.
Darcy might have sensed something was wrong and had fled earlier than expected.
The only lead left was a black Volvo sedan.
After 3 a.m., Luke was struggling to stay awake and decided to catch some sleep.
The break room was already occupied by others, so he had no choice but to head home.
On his way back, Luke didn't drive but caught a ride with David.
Luke reclined his seat and yawned, "I knew I should not have waited this long; should've gone home to sleep earlier."
David sipped his coffee, "Stop complaining, at least you don't have to drive."
"Do you really think I just caught a ride with you because I didn't want to drive?"
"Isn't it?"
