They rushed into the Jones Estate but the security guards stopped them. One of the security guards recognized Grace Smith.
"Miss, are you looking for Mr. Jones?" The guard asked.
Grace immediately shook her head and said, "No, I want to know if there is any child who has been here?"
"A child?" The two security guards looked at each other and suddenly said, "Oh, yes. A child about seven years old."
"No, he's only five years old," Grace said, "He may be taller than an average child."
Little Gary was the tallest child in the class. He might have inherited his height from Heinz Jones.
"There's a child who was just now. But he's gone," The guard replied.
"He left?" Grace was stunned. "Where did he go?"
"He took a taxi," The guard said.
"Oh my God," Grace was stunned.
"He went that way," The security guard pointed to the north.
"Perhaps he was going back to home," Grace was so scared that her legs went limp. "If something happens to him, I..."