He didn't notice that he had left a bloody footprint at the scene...
In the city, Lance hung up the phone, took down a photo from the blackboard, tore it in half, but then pinned it back up.
"There are only four left!" Lance pulled out a chair and sat down, lighting up a cigarette. "Where are they all now?"
Morris sat next to him. During this time, Morris had shown excellent tracking and surveillance skills, meticulous thinking, cautious action, and boldness, so Lance had entrusted him with finding people and surveillance.
"Heller has been hiding in his estate and not coming out, his two confidants are there too, along with another senior official who came that night."
"He...uh, I don't know how to say this."
Lance was a bit puzzled; Morris wasn't the kind of guy who liked to keep people on tenterhooks. "What's up with him?"
"He went in."
"Went in?"