“Okay,” I replied without much hesitancy.
Marcus, who had been silent all this time, also expressed his sentiment. “I’ll go too.”
I paused and turned to Joseph to seek his opinion.
Apparently, it was no issue as Joseph slightly nodded his head, so all of us bundled in and left together.
We saw the sirens roar pass when we turned at the intersection. I guess the police must have been alerted by some passers-by.
…..
Joseph led Marcus and I to an old mansion that appeared to boast a real sense of history behind it.
Anyone with some understanding of real estate would know that the value of heritage sites could not be measured in its modern monetary worth. Only the cream of the crop would be able to reside in places like that.
Inside the living room, Ashton and that Hall woman sat across from each other. The atmosphere appeared somber.
Gregory was fiddling with a tablet in another part of the room, deliberately incognizant to what was happening on this end.
We were ushered to Ashton’s side. “They’re here, Mr. Fuller. Ran into some trouble with some people who tried to abduct them along the way, but my men and I managed to get there in time.”
“Understood,” Ashton replied plainly before he raised his head. His cold eyes swept past Marcus and fell right upon me.
I would consider myself acquainted with Ashton to a certain extent, but not so much with that woman. I regarded her as briefly as I would any stranger that I passed on the street.
Her disquiet did not elude me.
She reacted to me as though she had just seen a ghost. Her eyes were peeled wide open, face white as a sheet. “You… You’re alive?”
After my encounters with Alexander and Emery, this sort of response did not faze me anymore.
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