After Grace Smith hung up the phone, Heinz Jones' brows were twisted into a knot and his eyes were fiery.
"D*mn it, she either doesn't answer the phone or hangs up the phone on me," Heinz muttered.
Alice Smith even dared to say that he looked down upon Grace. Alice was obviously bending the truth. Would there be someone else like him, who rushed to call, helped to get even, and protected her family without any hesitation?
The more Heinz thought about it, the angrier he became.
He sat in the car and lit up a cigarette.
He didn't believe that Grace wouldn't come.
About twenty minutes had passed since he started waiting patiently.
A taxi stopped at the entrance of the police station. He then saw a slender figure getting out of the car with a big bag on her back. She tidied her hair first and then gave the money to the driver.
Then she was about to enter the police station.
Seeing that she was in a hurry, Heinz immediately opened the car door and shouted, "Grace."