Heinz Jones sat in the office for a while. Then, he untied his tie and smashed it on the desk, but his anger did not disappear. He got up in frustration, grabbed the card on the table, and walked out.
Jensen Charm, who was waiting for the elevator, was surprised to see him coming out. "Hey, you can't wait any longer, can you? Are you going to find Grace?"
"Do you have anything to do with it?" Heinz retorted.
"Of course, I have," Jensen said. "Be careful. If you don't take the card along, you'll have nothing to say even if you go there, do you understand?"
Heinz glanced at him and said, "You're talking too much nonsense."
Jensen shrugged.
Soon, the elevator doors opened.
Jensen walked in and seemed to think of something, "By the way, Heinz, six years ago, when we went to arrest those drug dealers together, you drank that wine too, right? I was drugged and I assumed you were too. What happened to you that night?"