章 698: 357: I want to see Christopher Robinson_1.

The night was pitch-black, eerily quiet, and a cold wind blew from one end of the alley to the other.

It came howling in and then howled its way out.

The angry roars sounded like lost souls laughing in the darkness of the night.

The clomping of boots seemed to be their accompaniment.

"Mr. Cobb," said the woman, sitting in the car, blood slowly oozing from wounds on her head.

Amelia Cobb stood, hands in her pockets, staring at her from a distance.

The icy demeanour in her eyes was enough to freeze anyone in place: "Silvia Swift?"

"It's me," replied Silvia, a faint smile on her lips. She didn't seem embarrassed at being caught, rather there was a sense of silent resignation.

"Why?" Amelia asked.

The woman before her was unexpected.

The young woman, fresh out of university, had said that the first job application she ever handed out was to her. That's why she hired her, chose her.

But it seemed now that everything Silvia had said was nothing more than a plausible excuse.