Hank Clegg, gripping the steering wheel, weighed upon slightly.
Yet, his face remained unchanged.
"Yes, last time, I was invited by the Paris police to investigate a case, and that's when I met Momo." He spoke lightly, as if he had just picked up a kitten while walking on the street.
"I see," Victoria Talkington seemed to realize, "So you were the one who saved Momo."
"Yes." Hank Clegg kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
Suddenly, his gaze unknowingly shifted towards Victoria. His voice picked up a hint of the hunter closing in on its prey. Yet, this subtle air was completely missed by Victoria.
Hank's lips barely moved, but each word was crystal clear, "I did save Momo. But... who saved you and Michael?"
"What?" There was no way Victoria could catch up with Hank's train of thought.
It took her a few seconds to realize what he was talking about.
"Are you asking how Michael and I returned to C city?" She questioned Hank Clegg.
