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"Miss Elice has left the apartment, sir."

In the car parked not far from the apartment where Elice had stayed last night, Garrett was accompanied by Amber and the driver named Dariel Martin. It was unclear how long they had been there; it seemed like countless hours. During that time, Amber waited patiently for a report from her informants, while Garrett tried to remain calm and take the opportunity to work briefly on his laptop, which was open on his lap.

Garrett sighed deeply. Without taking his eyes off several colorful graphs on the laptop screen, he said, "Follow her.”

Amber looked back, seemingly incredulous at what her boss had just said.

"Quickly," Garrett said again. "Before she gets too far."

Amber had no choice. She motioned to Dariel, and not long after, the car was speeding through the streets. Now it was getting harder and harder for Garrett to concentrate on his work.

"Is she going straight home?" Garrett could not conta