The brief reply came, making the man visibly tremble.


    “Boss, what’s wrong?”


    In the monitoring room, the boss drummed his fingers on the table and replied, “The tenant from the third floor just left.


    It looks like you won’t bepleting your task tonight.


    ”


    The man paused, his eyes darting toward the stairwell.


    “Are they by the stairwell?”


    With these words, he gripped his axe and dashed toward the second- floor stair corner with remarkable speed.


    To his surprise, no one was there!


    The man, lost in his thoughts, murmured, “Boss, no one’s here.


    ”


    The boss ceased his rhythmic tapping on the table and shifted his gaze to the monitor.


    He had just witnessed her descending from the third floor, yet she failed to appear on the second or make her way into the Lobby on the first.Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    She was likely concealing herself somewhere on the second floor.


    The man let out a mockingugh.


    “Come back, Eagle.


    This is boring.


    We’ll wait for tomorrow’s game.


    ”


    Eagle responded promptly, “Understood, boss.


    ”


    With the axe in hand, he exited significantly quicker than when he had ascended.


    Hidden in a corner on the third floor, two figures eavesdropped on the exchange with rity.


    It was fortunate that Hannah and Bryson had ascended to the third floor earlier when the phone call came through; otherwise, confronting him might have posed a challenge.


    Spotting a monitor along the corridor, Hannah pointed out, “Look, there’s a window here.


    Let’s jump!”


    They silently made their escape through the window,nding softly on the first-floor grass.


    Thankfully, the curtains provided a makeshiftdder.


    Brushing off her hands, Hannah suggested, “You should head back now.


    ”


    “Where will you go?” Bryson inquired.


    “I’m heading to the ferry to check something out.


    ” Hannah cautiously sidestepped the grass as she made her way outside.


    Following closely, Bryson asked, “What’s on the ferry that you’re looking into?”


    “I have a suspicion I need to verify.


    Previously, Franklyn mentioned their cell phones were dead and the boat was grounded.


    I suspect the ferry might bepromised as well.


    ”


    Once they were a safe distance from the house, Hannah raised her voice.