The Third Base (1)

The phone vibrated, and it was Christy calling.

"What's wrong?" Noah swiped to answer the phone.

"Just now, an anonymous sent an envelope to the city bureau. It contains a murder list of the kids we previously rescued and a petition co-signed by tens of thousands of parents..." Christy paused and said to Noah in a broken voice, "I would definitely give you a big hug if you were here, Noah. Can you believe it? We did it! We keep doing the same thing in these years ..."

"Yes, we did it." Noah nodded, "Branden can't go anywhere this time."

"I know." Christy sniffed, "I was getting carried away. The case is closed, and it was as if you are relieved of a heavy load. Now I lose my life goal, and suddenly, I don't know what to do next."

"Isn't that good news?" Noah smiled delightedly, "Who was bitching about her busy and fulfilling life then? And now you're telling me that you have nothing to do?"