Eighty Two

“What do we do now?” Amelia asked as the private investigator hung up. She knew Mike had insisted she rested, but she wanted to get involved, and she wouldn’t be at ease knowing her husband was putting himself at risk while she was sleeping at home. Mike was the most important person to her, and she wanted to be by his side, always.

“Nothing.”

Amelia frowned, “What do you mean by nothing? We already have a clue who is involve with Madam Sampson. We should do something and rescue those kids.”

Mike sighed, “Come on, Wifey. We can’t just judge based on one meeting. We need more information. She won’t do anything to those kids as long as someone keeps following her.”

“But she had no idea that someone is following her.”

“Well, that makes it better.”

The idea didn’t sit well with Amelia, but she trusted Mike.

After dinner, she rested on the bed when Mike brought out his easel. Amelia raised a brow at him, “What are you trying to do?”

He shushed her, “I’m trying to capture the perfect moment