"Cut the crap. Follow me." Hester grabbed Zoey and shoved her into the sports car.
"Hey, it's the weekend. Why don't you spend the time with Mr. Farley at home?" Zoey rolled her eyes. She did not think that Hester was going to treat her to dinner, since she was in such a hurry.
But she wouldn't find Zoey for no reason.
Zoey had a gut feeling that it wouldn't be a good thing.
"Please do me a favor." Hester took out the cartridge case from her pocket and handed it to Zoey. "This is the cartridge case of the smoke bomb."
Zoey only glanced at it and then took a close look at it. When she turned it, she saw a string of numbers and had a serious expression. "Is this ... a cartridge case?"
"Yes, it is. I thought I know a lot about weapons, but this is the first time I've seen a cartridge ca
