Meanwhile.. A day ago.. Vaughn drove towards California, and his father, Nick Volkov, beside him.
Nick glanced at his son, then shifted his gaze to the road ahead.
The memories of recent events flashed in his mind..
"That girl at the FBI branch," he thought silently, recalling the meeting in fbi branch few days ago,
She had mentioned an accident that happened seventeen years ago.
Even though she wore a mask, but her eyes had given her away.
He had met numerous people throughout the years, all types who had always tried to mask their identity. That experience had given him ability to recognize people almost immediately.
And if he wasn't mistaken, if his expertise hadn't failed him, that girl was none other than Eliza, the same girl his son was in love with.
He hadn't told anyone about his suspicions, not even Vaughn.
He needed to conduct a thorough investigation to know the truth.
