Amelia nodded, "True."
"Everyone should go home now!" Amelia said without intending to stay.
Behind her, none of the dozen or so people uttered a word, as it was already inhumane to be dragged out to work overtime on a cold winter night.
However, considering Amelia's usual care for them and the good company atmosphere, no one had any complaints.
The group left one after another.
Amelia also got into Lucas's car.
"Tell Betty not to follow us."
"I did."
William, still not understanding the situation, looked at Amelia from the back seat, "What happened?"
"Mr. Cobb, there's a mole. We went to five places in a row and came up empty-handed. Yet, when we arrived, even the blood on the ground was still warm, which means they had just left."
"The only way they could control the timing so accurately is if someone told them our itinerary."
Amelia sat in the passenger seat, her gaze constantly darting between the rearview mirror and the reverse mirror.
