A harsh, male voice came from the white house, speaking Chinese that Zoe Sawyer and the others could understand.
It was immediately followed by a torrent of English. He spoke too fast and mumbled, so even when Zoe Sawyer focused, she could only make out a few words.
"Solitary," "room," "meds."
But from those words alone, she could guess what was going on inside.
Looking at the silent courtyard and the brightly lit white house, Zoe Sawyer doubted herself for the first time. 'Did I get the location wrong?'
'Based on past experience, the target should be somewhere near the door's line of sight.'
"Maybe the location was off. Should I try again?" Zoe Sawyer said softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Evan Keller's expression was grim. A photo his brother, Frank Keller, had once sent in a letter showed this very white house as the backdrop.
Zoe Sawyer's location was correct!
But he hadn't received a photo of Frank Keller in half a year!
