There was no way River County could pretend not to see this.
The impact was too massive—there was no way to cover it up.
Frank Anderson, the person in charge of River County, was sweating profusely as he rushed toward Yellow Mountain Village, frantically thinking of a plan.
Sitting beside him was Edgar, equally anxious. He fixed Frank with a sharp stare.
“Mr. Anderson, I asked you about that couple before,” Edgar said. “You guaranteed me they weren’t a problem.”
Frank’s face darkened as guilt flickered in his eyes.
“I really didn’t know they were doing this kind of business,” he muttered.
“But you should know the situation in your own county!” Edgar’s voice was blunt and cutting.
“The last lead on our Seventh Miss was cut off in your county.”
“At first, I couldn’t understand why,”
