To Xiao Nannan's disappointment, although the TV was on in the room, the suspect was nowhere to be found.
The apartment was a small two-bedroom with only the most basic furniture, nowhere to hide; even under the bed, the most likely hiding spot, had been checked.
Xiao Nannan furrowed her brows, carefully recounting every step of the operation. Had the news leaked, allowing the suspect to slip away after catching wind of it?
She glanced back at the still-running TV and paced around the room. The other officers, equally disheartened, silently awaited Xiao Nannan's orders.
A few minutes later, Xiao Nannan's attention was drawn to an empty cigarette pack on the coffee table. It was a very ordinary pack of Red Tower Mountain, nothing unusual about it. Xiao Nannan picked it up and saw it was empty. Glancing at the ashtray beside it, she found it filled with cigarette butts and ash.
