Zephyr's gaze steadied on Anthony. He pulled the blanket off him, and held up his ankle.
“What are you doing? Let go.” The boy said. But Zephyr blocked out his voice.
He scrutinized the red pressure mark displayed around his ankle, briefly, then he turned to Sylvia. “He's telling the truth,” he said. “Someone else was at the pool, and from the intensity of this mark, it's an adult male. At least 20 or 21.”
Zephyr frowned. “Sylvia, you're coming with me,” he said. He turned back to meet Anthony who was now sitting with his back reclined on the bed frame. “Anthony, we are going to have a look around. No matter what happens, do not open your room door until we return. Do you understand?”
He furrowed his face, wrapping both arms across his chest. “Whatever.” He rolled his eyes briefly.
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