Glenn Hutchinson tidied her messy hair and gently wiped the corner of her mouth, "I'll take you home."
His movements were tender, yet his voice no longer revealed any emotions.
Flossie Wright opened her eyes and glanced at him, as if she had agreed tacitly.
She was "abducted" here to this secluded place where transportation would be hard to find, not to mention the abundant presence of police and soldiers nearby.
By the time they appeared, the military had already apprehended all the criminals. Occasionally, anyone who saw them, even if they wanted to extend greetings, would be deterred by their imposing aura, pretending not to see anything and walking away in disappointment.
More often than not, there were those who knew them, but did not recognize them. Anyone who was aware of Glenn Hutchinson's military rank would not unwisely approach him on their own accord.
