Just as he reached the entrance hall, Olivia Lewis chased after him, "Where are you going? I'm coming with you."
Adam Sinclair, not yet clear on what was happening, certainly wouldn't take her with him. He refused decisively, "Wait for me at home. I'll tell you the moment I have news!"
"But..." Olivia instinctively furrowed her brows.
"No buts, listen to me." Adam gave her no room for hesitation, pressed her shoulders, and kissed her forehead softly, whispering, "Don't worry, trust me."
The soft touch on her forehead gradually calmed Olivia down. She watched as he let go, turned, and walked out the door...
...
Adam traced the vehicle that captured Lydia Bell to a deserted lot in the south of the city. He searched nearby places that might hold a person and drove to an abandoned residence decisively.
No sooner had he gotten out of the car than a red laser aimed at his temple.
Adam squinted, knowing perfectly well what it was—a sniper rifle!
