In the cold winter, The Sullivans' home stood amid desolate surroundings.
The yard's withered landscape was littered with fallen leaves, signifying that it had been a long time since anyone had visited.
Once, a great fire had scorched the place, leaving the walls mottled with traces of the burn.
Wayne Bailey hadn't brought many people with him, yet still, the warplanes flying overhead every few minutes and The Baileys' armored vehicles seen throughout Sloviane's streets plunged the entire city into a state of pre-war tension.
Wayne Bailey told her that Charles Harrington would no longer have the chance to strike at them; he had wiped out all the underworld influence in Sloviane.
As for Maxwell Cameron, he couldn't find any trace of his power—maybe he wasn't even in this city!
Not here?
Anna Jadwin thought of Maxwell Cameron's amnesia; Charles had reminded him that it could have been the work of his underling, Locke.