
"He is now on an island at the border. There is no information about the island. But we suspect he's building his strength there. We're having trouble breaking through his defense system." David explained briefly. He has no interest in that guy called Zion. But his existence makes David feel insecure. Kennard has people who are more competent at this. So, although it was a little troublesome, he came directly to inform the group's president of this Diamond.
And Kennard hasn't had a chance to comment when a call from Jill made her phone ring.
"Hallo?" Kennard listened to the voice at the end of the channel.
His expression remained cold. But something changed from the look in his eyes.
David watched from his seat and felt something was amiss.
"What about the phone?" Kennard's voice seemed calm. The man listened again.
After a while, Kennard terminated the connection. He was silent for a moment as he stared at the glossy surface of the table.
"Is there a problem?" david asked curiously.
Kennard glanced at David at a glance and said, "Lisle disappeared from my people's custody."
"Damn!" David Maki. "Do you need help?"
"no need. Just have your men send the results of your investigation to Lucas on the island. I'll take care of my own wife." Kennard got up from his seat. While walking out he contacted Steve with his cell phone.
"alright. I have to go now too. If you need help, you can call me later." David also got up from his seat and followed Kennard away from the room.
***
City prison, lunch.
The long queue of prisoners who were about to take their lunch rations seemed to snarl up to the entrance of the large dining room. Long tables lined up rigid and plain in grey. Some of the people who had gotten their lunch rations walked slowly towards the tables.
Unlike the others who ate with one of two friends, Sally alone took her place to a corner table. He never seemed to talk or say hello to anyone since he entered. Actually, he has no friends.
Sally was disgusted by the prisoners, so she never wanted to be friends with any of them. He always instilled into his mind that soon he would be gone from this damned place. The guy promised me a few more months. He's coming to free Sally.
Sometimes he wanted to laugh every single one of them talked about the long punishment period. Sally was eager to tell that she currently had a relationship with someone who had power. And that power will free him from this place he hates so much.
Sally chewed the hard sandwich slowly. I don't know what the chefs put in the kitchen as stuffing. It doesn't taste good. There is no meat. Only vegetables may be nearly rotten when they arrive at a dirty kitchen table. Then the fat and greasy hands of the chefs cut them into pieces.
Today the bread is getting worse. Sally tried hard to chew and swallow. Unable to stand it anymore, he put the remaining half of the piece onto the tray then took out a plastic glass filled with bland juice.
A few seconds later in her thinning consciousness that someone had poisoned her, Sally collapsed onto the cold floor.
***
As Kennard promised Lisle last night, he told people to investigate the truth of Sally's story. But that afternoon he heard the sad news of the girl's death as soon as he arrived at the Palm Garden.
About Celine she was also told that the girl was last seen on the bridge of the Fifty river. There was no CCTV footage showing the girl's whereabouts afterwards. Someone's been playing around with the city's security cameras.
Kennard pulled the tie from his neck and threw just as much as he did on his suit. The last report from Hans made him furious. Lisle's phone was tracked in the tub of a car that stopped at the port. The confused driver claimed not to know about the object found in his car.
Kennard, they've been tricked by someone. Although it seems that Lisle was involved in this incident, but he knew his wife was not that smart. Someone took him away. Someone he knows.
Annoyed, Kennard pulled the desk drawer next to the bed, intending to pick up the gun he used to put there. A folded paper caught his attention. The thing he was looking for he did not find.
Kennard knew the little writing on paper. Ancient, he thought. Why not just send an email with a cluck before she starts reading.
"I met Bert. There's a little business. I borrowed your gun. If I haven't returned by evening, start looking. Somehow, I know you can find me."
Bert, apparently. Kennard did not know whether to get angry or laugh after reading a message from his wife. The paper was squeezed tightly in his grasp.
"Of course I'll find you." Kennard muttered to himself.
I don't know what business his wife is going through, but Lisle seems to have taken a big risk. That's why the girl borrowed her weapon. There's a little bit of concern for Kennard. Lisle just learned to use a weapon. He was not sure if the girl could use it properly.
Hm, Bert. This time I won't be kind anymore.
Kennard's phone rings again. Today it has become very busy.
Kennard glimpsed the caller's name, pressed the receive icon and spoke. "Hows it? Did you get the location?"
"Efron City. The object is still moving. I'll send you the exact position if the object has stopped." Lucas across the inform.
Connection switched off.
Kennard called another contact number.
"Steve's. Prepare hel. We'll be traveling in a minute."