[Ellie's P.O.V.]
"Since we've found something new, we'll leave this place to them. Let's go somewhere else," said Anton as he held my hand and walked us out.
My heart felt particularly heavy, but perhaps I was wrong. Since they were a family, how could he kill them?
The victim's neighbor was probably our best witness. But the person had been keeping the door shut all this time, probably afraid of being implicated or becoming the next victim of the disappearance cases. When Anton and I rang the doorbell, the owner of the apartment hesitated for a long time before letting us in.
The owner of the apartment was a she-wolf and a single mother. She had a child of about four or five years old playing around at home and had not been allowed out because of the news of the mayor's grandson disappearing. The child often begged his mother to take him out to play, but she would sternly stop him every time.
