"Let's go." Chester signaled to the others with a glance. Without a word, the group headed back downstairs.
His face was grim, lips pressed into a hard line. His pace was much faster than before, almost charged with restrained anger.
He had underestimated that woman.
Behind him, the others exchanged uneasy looks, but no one dared speak.
Twentieth floor. The apartment door was left slightly ajar.
When Chester pushed it open and stepped inside, Parker was already seated on the sofa with a cigarette between his fingers.
Vanessa sat nearby. The moment she saw him return, her eyes flickered.
Parker looked up at Chester. Judging by his expression alone, he already had a rough idea of what had happened.
"Where are they?"
Chester remained standing by the entrance instead of walking further in.
"They're dead," he said hoarsely. "Both of them."
Vanessa did not react at first. She thought he meant Wendy. But Wendy had only been alone.
