TWO PUNCHES, OFFICER DOWN!

The guy had been right from the beginning. Whatever the hell was going on here had nothing to do with music.

I mean, who starts a band with twenty girls, some of whom had never even laid hands on an instrument?

"You said you counted nineteen other girls?" Abel inquired.

"Yeah."

Abel looked around him.

There were several other rooms apart from the conference room, all with their curtains drawn.

"So where do they go after passing?" he asked, looking overwhelmed with worry.

The guy looked around as well.

"Can't tell you that, mate. Certainly not past this place... I can tell you for a fact that none has left the resort."

Abel decided that their suspicion was enough to be considered a reasonable doubt.

"We should call the police," he said to the guy.

"We can't, mate. All we have is a bloody theory, and they haven't done anything illegal."