Cheney's pov
I called Krista, but she never answered. I went back to the Fischer's mansion and found that she didn't come back.
I realized that something was wrong with the problem, so I asked someone to investigate Krista's whereabouts.
According to Milo's report, it was almost noon when I found the place where Krista used to live.
I stood at the door and rang the doorbell, but there was no movement inside.
I slap the door. "Krista, open the door. I know you're in there."
Nothing happened.
I called Krista, and there was a cell phone ringing in the room.
I snapped, "I will count to ten. If you don't open the door, I will find someone to pry the door. Ten, nine... three, two."
The door was opened from the inside.
Krista appeared in front of me, her eyes swollen, looking up at me.
I frowned and clasped her shoulders with both hands. "What's the matter with you? Why did you go away without saying anything? What went wrong?"