Michael Richard continued to speak, Justin Battleson subconsciously nodded his head, as if an idea had crossed his mind, and he looked at Richard with raised eyebrows.
"Keep investigating, we must find the child's whereabouts, no matter what, no matter what connections you use, you must find him for me."
Michael Richard nodded and left with the file.
Justin Battleson's gaze deeply lingered on the scenery nearby, already sinking in the twilight.
The dusk scene was still charming, afterglow on the river's surface, appearing extremely relaxed and comfortable, and seemingly softened amidst the dense steel jungle.
He strangely thought of Charlotte Thompson's pretty face, and her light scent of rose water. It seemed to him he has not noticed it for a long time and for a moment found it hard to suppress his longing.
He didn't know why, but he always felt that Charlotte gave him a sense of familiarity as if he had met her many years ago.
As for that child...