“What? Say the name again!”
“Sir, the driver was Emily Jupe!”
“Which Emily Jupe…”
Adrian balled his fingers into a fist, and even his knuckles turned white with strength. He then pressed his lips tightly into a straight line, forcing that two words out of his mouth.
“Is it… just the Miss Emily Jupe we know….”
On the other end, the man who answered the question suddenly felt strange. Why would the present ask the name again?
“I got it. Then where are you now?” Adrian got a traffic jam again. This time he couldn't move at all.
“I am at the scene, around the Prospect Street.”
“The Prospect Street?”
Adrian went out of his car quickly. While holding the phone in his hand, he ran towards that street. Then he arrived at scene surrounded by many people.
He pushed through the crowd to th
