Serene Abel had just sent the message and hurriedly deleted the video and chat history from Edward Abel's phone.
Her heart was so tense it felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.
Across the ocean.
Owen Moreland was holding an urgent meeting, issuing the final orders and deployment from the Bowe Group's senior executives to the management of the New York branch with a commanding presence. His phone was on silent, so he was unaware that he had received two new messages.
Once the meeting was over, he rushed to the airport and boarded the plane at the last second.
Then, the flight attendant's sweet voice reminded him, "Sir, the plane is about to take off. For your safety, please turn off your phone."
It was three o'clock in the afternoon in New York, and twelve hours later, he would land at Capital City Airport, where it would also be three o'clock in the afternoon.
Amelia Clarke woke up at eight o'clock the next morning.
