"Sir, we have found her." Chris was taking a sip of his wine when his hands paused. He held the phone tightly in his other hand.
"Are you sure it is her?" His voice contained fury, barely hidden. The desire to kill in his eyes made everyone take a step back.
"I am sending a picture." a girl with dark brown hair was sitting on a bench near the parking lot. She had covered her face with a hood. But her hair was falling on her shoulders.
She had a slightly swollen belly proving that she was pregnant and had bandages around her hands.
Chris stared at the image as if he wanted to enter there through his phone and kill the girl.
"Should we bring her? She is alone and I would not be that…"
"Leave her!" The words stunned not only the men in his surroundings but also the one who called.
He did not reply at once but stared at the girl.
"Sir, we will not get another chance," he pleaded.
"Fools!" the man cursed in a low but dangerous voice. "Do not return tonight. This is a trap."
