The Volkswagen sedan whooshed down the road and turned into the southern slope area of Sherman Oaks, where Martin slowed the car down a bit. Ahead, a girl walking a golden retriever was waving at him.
Elizabeth Olsen had spotted Martin's car from afar.
Martin's car came to a stop by the side of the road, and he rolled down the passenger-side window, "Need a ride?"
Elizabeth shook her head with a smile. "I wanted to thank you. When I woke up from my nap that day, I didn't see you again."
"No worries," Martin waved his hand, "I've got something to do, so I'll head off first."
The golden retriever suddenly started barking at the car.
Martin sped off.
Elizabeth held onto the dog, waving at the departing car.
Martin's car arrived in front of Louise's house. The automatic gate opened, and he drove onto the open space beside the villa.
Mary was waiting at the door, a flash of relief in her eyes when she saw Martin rushing over.
Martin asked, "Where is she?"
