Cecil Quinn had been with Mabel Quinn for so many years, and even though his sister had changed her makeup and attire to look like a 40-year-old woman, Cecil was still certain that this person was indeed Mabel Quinn.
Sothing is off!
Thinking this, Cecil Quinn hurriedly bought a boat ticket at the fastest speed and followed Mabel Quinn onto the ship. His intuition told him sothing was unusual. Was Mabel Quinn doing sothing she couldn’t let others know about?
With this thought in mind, Cecil was actually thrilled.
If he could seize so evidence against Mabel Quinn, wouldn’t he be able to cash in on this opportunity? Then all his gambling debts would be no problem, and he could even live a life of luxury.
Cecil Quinn had it all planned out in his mind, just waiting to see what Mabel Quinn would do on the ship to catch so evidence.
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anwhile, the Falling City Police Departnt was almost going crazy, and they had already begun urgently deploying police forces just to search for one person.
The police chief of Falling City was explaining the search situation to an important figure over the phone while constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead with a tissue. Who could have imagined that such a thing would happen on what was originally a sunny and pleasant day?
A person had disappeared without a trace from the gym.
Could it be a kidnapping?! Or is there so other possibility?
All sorts of possibilities were being filtered through the police chief’s mind. If they could find the person, it would be fine; if not, it would truly be... a disaster!
Five hours later, Kyle Kinston appeared in the temporary command room set up for the search operation, his face gloomy.
According to the police’s previous investigations from the surveillance footage, it had already been concluded that Mabel Quinn intended to escape. She had deliberately disguised herself before leaving the gym and headed straight to the pier.
In other words, was she planning to leave Falling City by boat? And after reaching the pier, she had gone into the restroom once more, and since then, no one wearing the sa clothes had co out, aning she had disguised herself again.
And whether she had entered the restroom for a third disguise after that, no one knew, because after all, the restrooms at Falling City pier were not limited to just one place.
The pier had all kinds of ships departing every day, making it even more difficult to trace her.
At this mont, almost no one in the command room dared to speak. Without new leads, finding the person really wasn’t easy, especially since the other party was actively avoiding being searched.
Finding new useful clues wasn’t impossible; it just required ti.
On the dozen or so machine LCD screens in the room, there were surveillance videos from all angles of the pier, showing the half-hour, one-hour, and two-hour intervals after Mabel Quinn entered the pier... New videos were constantly being brought in. Plus, there were the navigation charts for all ships, big or small, that left the pier today.
Of course, within the city of Falling City, checks were also necessary, after all, it couldn’t be guaranteed that once the person entered the pier, they actually boarded a ship and left. There was also the possibility it was a diversion, and she might still be in the city or took a high-speed train or airplane, etc.
Suddenly, Kyle Kinston’s eyes were glued to a certain spot on one screen. Even through the screen, and even though the figure under the surveillance cara wasn’t clear, he could still recognize it.
It was Mabel! It’s her!
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