"Young miss, is there something you want me to do? You have been glaring at that pair for quite some time. Do you want me to take care of them for you?"
Mary asked as she kept smiling.
Looking at her friendly smile, one won't be able to imagine what she was thinking about. But Mary's smile hides her killer instincts.
"Don't kill anyone, but keep an eye on that kid and his mother. They are likely the speakers from the morning…now that I think about it, that kid looks familiar. Have we seen him before?"
Layla asked with a questioning look on her face.
She was good with names and faces but not at putting them together. She possibly had seen this kid before and had just forgotten his name…
"He's likely the kid of the kidnapper we captured. He did say that he had a wife and kid when I interrogated them. Also, the kid's blood smells the same as that kidnapper's."
Mary dropped this bomb as easily as if she was speaking about the sky.
