It was late at night. Only a few cars were speeding on the road.
Louis Wellington stood on the balcony and stared at the apartment next door. There were many flowers and plants on the balcony of Wendy, which looked alive. Compared with it, Louis's balcony was a little simple. 'She might have fallen asleep now.' Louis thought.
The phone in his pocket vibrated, and the sound was especially clear and loud in the quiet night.
"Say it." The man's voice was deep, slightly hoarse and magnetic.
"Mr. Mohr helped us investigate Miss Monica's call records. At three ten o'clock in the afternoon yesterday, an anonymous number called in. The call lasted for 30 minutes."
Thirty minutes? So long?
Louis frowned, with doubts in every crack. After a while, he said, "Decipher it as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir."
Louis hung up the phone after hearing the reply.
He put his hand back into his pocket and stared at the next room with his deep eyes.
The next day.