Brandan stood at the door and closed his eyes slightly. Suppressing the surging darkness in his chest, he took out his phone and made a call.
"Stop the car with the plate number XXXXX at the next intersection."
*
By the time Brandan rushed over, Charles Hyde's car had already been pulled over by the traffic police.
The tall middle‑aged man, nearing fifty yet still carrying a grown man's sensuality and scholarly elegance, stood at the roadside, drawing frequent glances from young women as they passed.
Brandan glanced at Charles standing by the car, then stepped forward and opened the door. When he saw that Emily Dormer wasn't inside, his expression turned even uglier.
"Where is Emily Dormer?"
He slammed the car door shut with a "bang!", turned around and walked to Charles's side, his face dark and vicious as he questioned him.
