After Dusk

7.

However, Pason disappeared on the day before the SAT.

The house was in a mess, and things were scattered everywhere. I felt as if I had returned to the night when my mother was killed.

With trembling hands, I began to call him over and over again. It was always a busy signal.

I suddenly remembered that Pason had once given me the housekeeper's number of the Smith family. I didn't care much and called directly.

The other party's tone was calm and indifferent. He only told me that he would send someone over.

I was so worried that I couldn't help but rush out and look around.

After a few times, a thought suddenly appeared. There was an alley in the north of the community. If someone wanted to avoid the traffic, he would definitely go there.