On the cliff stood four people.
The unsettled Nathan Foster, the panic-stricken Mia Lawson, and the utterly astounded little nurse.
And—
Glenn Hutchinson at the edge of the cliff.
His sturdy and upright body was wrapped in an army uniform, angular and particularly distinct. His handsome face seemed to be frosted over, his deep, dark eyes concealing danger, with a hint of burning rage visible within.
An overwhelming aura, a dangerous vibe, a shocking force of intimidation.
"Captain Hutchinson."
After some thought, Nathan maintained a distance and cautiously greeted him.
His gaze fixed on the area below, Glenn Hutchinson's voice was ice-cold, "Rope."
Blinking in confusion, Nathan hesitated for a moment before realizing what he meant. He hurriedly brought a new rope over, ready to lower it down to pull Flossie Wright up.
