Purple Summers came to the study, where Gavin Graves was the only one present.
The study was spacious, clean, and even slightly deserted. There weren't many books, but those few were very tidy, making the room look more like a place for entertaining guests.
"Come sit down," Gavin Graves beckoned her with a friendly tone.
The laptop on the desk displayed a video that was paused. Gavin Graves pressed play, inviting Purple Summers to watch.
"It was just sent to my email, and I haven't watched it yet," said Gavin Graves. "It's surveillance footage from the hotel corridor. Clyde Summers surely couldn't stay in his room forever, once he steps out, he would be caught on camera. With some luck, maybe you can see how your mother is doing."
He paused for a moment before continuing, "After all, it involves your mother's privacy. I'm not sure what it will capture, but I worry the content might get leaked. So I called you over to watch it—it's safer this way."