On a rainy night, several military vehicles were speeding along the road.
Ormand nervously held his phone, still trying to call Viola.
Her number was still out of service.
Taven sent Ormand the picture of Viola's location. Ormand stared at the little red dot on the picture, hoping to see his wife there.
"Mr. Hobson... " As Taven drove, he glanced at Ormand, who was sitting in the back row, and hesitated to speak.
"Go ahead," Ormand said concisely.
"Before midnight, Mrs. Hobson's phone GPS was only turned on once. I think ... there's something wrong. I reckon that by the time we reach the road near Flovia Mountain, there won't be any suspicious clues anymore..."
Ormand pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and his jaw was tight, showing the pressure in his heart.