Lonnie had pinpointed the exact moment they tracked down Lucinda’s GPS location.
That was when the car stopped in a blind spot not covered by the security cameras.
What were the odds of that?
However, before they could make a move toward Cliffhigh, the car had already left.
All Nathan could do was watch helplessly as the car, possibly carrying Lucinda, vanished from the camera’s view.
“Mr.
Payne, we’ve made a discovery!”
A policeman in a raincoat burst into the room.
He quickly took off his raincoat, revealing a piece of evidence he’d kept secure in his pocket.
He then handed it over to Nathan.
“Mr.
Payne, we found this on a stretch of road between cameras six and eight.
It’s a phone, just lying there on the roadside, clear as day.
I’m not sure how useful this will be.
”
With a furrowed brow, Nathan collected the phone.
It was in surprisingly good shape, and its cover featured a green picture—
Lucinda’s favorite.
“Mr.
Payne, this belongs to Mrs.
Payne!” Lonnie eximed, astonished.
Silently, Nathan activated the phone’s screen.
The device had been wiped clean and switched to flight mode, which exined why it couldn’t receive any calls earlier.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.
A single sentence red up from the memo.
“Nathan, it looks Like your wife is really your weakness.
”
The words were harsh and menacing, eachden with meanings.
“Mr.
Payne, from the look of things, Mrs.
Payne is truly in their hands!” Lonnie said anxiously.
Nathan’s gaze locked onto the brief sentence.
His eyes burned with anger, and his breathing grewbored.
The phone shook in his grip.
And his hand visibly trembled as his veins bulged prominently.
Fitzpatrick remained silent, not daring to speak until another alert shed on his tablet PC.
The moment he nced down at his tablet, Fitzpatrick’s face drained of color.
He seemed to struggle with his words.
He hesitated but finally delivered the news to Nathan.
“Mr.
Payne, the car’s registration has been traced.
The license is fake, and all the details are falsified…”
Fuelled by a simmering rage, Nathan’s fists tightened.
He issued hismands with cold determination.
“Continue the investigation.
Gather all surveince footage from the city roads.
I need a clear trail of that car’s movements.
”
He then handed Lucinda’s phone to Lonnie.
“Take this to the National Security Bureau for fingerprint analysis.
Have someone retrieve the use history and call logs prior to it being wiped.
”
“Yes sir.
”
Lonnie pulled out a transparent bag, carefully ced the phone inside, and sealed it away.
Everyone quickly set about their tasks.
They were driven by a mix of determination and fear as they prepared for a long night of overtime.
The rain persisted into midnight.