"It’s useful." The girl’s delicate features were striking, and she answered him succinctly.
"..." Sadam Vinson was rendered speechless by her two-word reply.
Of course, he knew it was useful!
What he was asking was how Nathalie Quinlan intended to use it.
But Sadam was perceptive enough to see that Nathalie didn’t want to elaborate, so he didn’t press further and racked his brains to think.
After a while, he finally rembered: "Ah, I know who has it!"
Nathalie suddenly looked at him, "Who?"
"Uncle Jeremiah."
Sadam Vinson spoke quickly: "Brian Bonette’s family owns an airline, and his uncle’s personal hobby is collecting things related to aviation. I heard Brian ntion before that if it hadn’t been for certain events leading him by chance into the International Criminal Investigation Team, his uncle would likely be an outstanding pilot now."
He was talking about Jeremiah Bonette.
Brian Bonette, who was dining with them, raised his eyebrows at the ntion of his uncle, and also turned to the girl, speaking in a composed tone: "Sadam’s right. Now that I think about it, my uncle has collected quite a few of these things. The item you’re looking for, my uncle might have it. Should I ask him for you?"
Nathalie adjusted her duckbill cap and thanked him with a relaxed expression: "Mm, thanks."
Brian smiled briefly, "No problem."
"You’ve helped him before; I’m sure he’d be happy to help you." Without further ado, he put down his chopsticks, stood up, and said to the group, "I’ll step outside to make a phone call."
Amadeus Yancey watched him leave, his deep eyes focused, then turned to speak to the girl: "Mr. Bonette might not have returned from Sablehaven yet. Do you want to drive you there to find him?"
Nathalie was quite relaxed and gave him a glance, saying: "It’s fine, I’m not in a hurry. If he hasn’t returned, I’ll just wait for him to co back anyway. That thing is in my possession, so whether a few days early or late doesn’t matter; I can wait."
She had already waited a long ti, so a day or two wouldn’t make much difference.
Moreover, she had matters related to the Quarles Family to handle, so she couldn’t leave Beijing for the ti being.
"I just need to confirm that soone has this type of playback device. If it’s not available dostically, I can set up a bounty on the dark web sooner."
She’s been looking for this item for several days, but since the aircraft model was obsolete and the device was for playing old cassette-type black boxes, a small aircraft accessory, it wasn’t easy to find.
Nathalie asked casually, thinking if all else failed, she’d co up with another plan.
If Jeremiah Bonette had it, that would be ideal!
...
Soon, Brian Bonette returned to the private room holding his phone.
With a relaxed expression, he addressed the girl: "I called and asked. He has the equipnt you ntioned, but it’s at his ho. You’ll have to wait for his return to get it. He’ll be back next week."
"OK." Nathalie’s voice was husky and she agreed straightforwardly: "When Mr. Bonette returns, please let know."
"I’ve spoken to him; he’ll call you when he gets to Beijing."
Brian, still feeling uneasy, added: "Just in case, I’ll send you a ssage when he returns."
"Alright." A trace of warmth flickered in Nathalie’s eyes.
She wasn’t particularly sentintal, so she didn’t say much more.
Brian wasn’t much of a talker either and, after a few brief words with Nathalie, he called the waiter to settle the bill.
Amadeus Yancey paid for their al.
Once the bill was settled, everyone headed ho.
Alfred Garland drove, and Nathalie and Amadeus left the dining area, heading back to the Rhine first.
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