The Chief was furious, his sharp eyes fixed on Bess. “But I haven’t received a single ransom call.”
If this was the same group as before, this was their chance to catch them all.
Bess started, “Sir…”
“Where does she live?”
The Chief cut her off, his eyes filled with worry as he glanced at the blizzard outside.
In a storm this bad, the baby could easily get sick.
Someone had sent this video, but their identity was untraceable. It was likely an anonymous ally who knew this woman had stolen his son.
He had been right outside the delivery room. After his wife was moved to her room, he waited until both she and the baby were asleep before stepping out to take a call. When he returned, the baby was gone, and coincidentally, all the nearby security cameras were broken.
The massive snowstorm had damaged a lot of surveillance equipment.
But this suddenly appeared video made it clear: the cameras were working before his son was taken and were only destroyed afterward.
This wasn't the work of one person; it was a group operation.
Bess said, “Sir, she lives in the small building across the street, room 302.”
The Chief looked at Bess and pointed to a nearby chair. “Bess, I’m sorry, but to clear you of any suspicion, please put your phone aside and sit here. Wait until I’ve found the woman in this video and confirmed you’re not involved. Then you’ll be free to go.”
“What?” Bess was indignant. “Sir, I’ve told you everything I know! Why do you still think I’m one of them? I couldn’t be their accomplice. I’m just as worried about your son as you are.”
The Chief was still young, in his early thirties, tall and handsome, but his hawk-like eyes were incredibly sharp when he looked at someone.

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