Beyond the Divorce

Suddenly, I remembered something. "Did Arnold find the notebook?"

"That's the reason I kept him at Pleca Park," Atlas replied.

I felt a bit choked up inside, muttering, "It seems like Mom knew everything, but she didn't tell the truth."

Atlas's phone rang. He answered, hearing Vincent's voice on the other end.

He spoke into the phone, "The taxi turned into the city at the airport highway intersection and did not take the airport highway. We haven't located the target yet."

As soon as I heard this, I became nervous. Did it mean they lost the target?

While speaking, I saw that Vincent's vehicle had stopped on the side of the road.

Mike quickly followed and stopped our car.

Atlas hung up the phone and exited the car. I hurriedly followed.

The staff from the transportation department also got out of their car, still on the phone.

Seeing us approach, he quickly informed Atlas, "There's news. The taxi dropped off two passengers at the roundabout. Then they took a taxi to the capital. We've already had the taxi from Bibury come to meet us."

Atlas immediately instructed Cane, "You and Miike should go to the airport now. Pay attention to the cars from the capital to the airport, especially the ones with two people getting off. We'll go to the airport once we have the taxi driver. Be discreet and don't raise any alarms."

Cane nodded, turned around, and returned to the car. Mike's car rushed towards the airport.

Vincent looked at Atlas and asked, "Can we hide after entering the capital?"NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Atlas said confidently, "He won't choose to stay in an unfamiliar environment for too long. This is a diversion. He's creating the illusion that he's already in the city. Otherwise, he wouldn't have changed cars." One thing bothered me. Why would my dad obediently follow him?

Soon, a small taxi quickly approached and pulled over. The driver came down and walked toward us quickly, looking a bit nervous. "Excuse me, are you guys from Bibury?"

Vincent nodded, "Yes, we are from Bibury's police department. We want to inquire about the passengers you brought here in detail."

Atlas took out his phone again,

showing the driver the photos of

Navi and my dad. The driver carefully examined Atlas's phone screen, nodded, and said with certainty, "Yes, these are the two. The man has an accent, clearly not a local, and the other one has never said a word."

I asked, "How was the silent one? Did he seem alert and conscious?"

The driver looked at me with a bit of surprise, thought for a moment, and replied, "I couldn't tell if he was not clear-headed. Anyway, he didn't say a word, not a single one." Vincent asked him to provide a detailed account of what happened after they got in the car.

The driver cooperatively narrated the entire process, indicating that Navi had decided to leave Bibury on the spur of the moment. He only carried a backpack and had no other luggage. After hearing the driver's account, Atlas decided. "Let's go to the airport."

Vincent got into the taxi, and Atlas and I got into the police car. After getting in, Atlas made a phone call, his tone resolute, requesting cooperation from the airport.

Upon reaching the airport, someone

came to pick us up at the departure gate of Terminal 3. We went straight into the airport's control room, where all-around surveillance footage was available.

Atlas instructed them to pull up the footage from the entrance of the terminal and display it on a large screen.

We could see passengers arriving at the airport from various entrances.

With his sharp eyes, Atlas stared at the screen without shifting his gaze.

It was already late outside, but there was still no decrease in the number of passengers.

Feeling anxious, I said, "It's been over an hour since they left the car. If they really wanted to escape, they would have had enough time to reach the airport."

However, in the footage, many people who got out of the cars were young. None of them seemed to be our targets.

I glanced at Atlas, who remained fully focused on the screen. I softly said, "Could they have stopped moving? Otherwise, it's impossible not to spot them after this long."

He reached out and pulled me into

his arms, guiding me to sit beside

him. His eyes, however, remained

fixed on the screen. "Don't wort

Maybe they're disguising

themselves. You could take a break if you want."

"I'm not tired, it just feels off..."

Atlas patiently reassured me, "Don't look for their faces. They may be in disguises."