At the police station, the police chief paced anxiously in his office. "Are they still not willing to confess?"
"The masterminds we caught are all tight-lipped," an officer reported. "None of them admit to being involved in the child trafficking case."
Just then, a clear, feminine voice rang out. "Let me try."
Fifteen minutes later, Tom Taylor, handcuffed, was led by a police officer into the interrogation room. His face was ashen, his eyes dull and lifeless. But upon seeing who sat across from him, a flicker of surprise crossed his small eyes. It was none other than Natalie.
"Here to gloat?" Tom spat coldly.
Natalie's gaze was steady. "I'm here to save you."
A sneer flashed across Tom's face.
Natalie remained unfazed by his attitude. "I've seen the surveillance footage from the dor
