“You stay here with Ms. Walker. I’ll go find her for you,” Yvonne said, then took the gear from one of the staff members. After a quick check, she headed out.
Truthfully, Yvonne had been antsy for a while, eager to join the search.
No matter what history she had with Queena, as a police officer, Yvonne could never disregard a human life.
Yvonne had been trained in investigation at the academy. Leaving the villa, she followed the direction Queena was last seen heading on the security footage, searching for any clues along the path. Eventually, she found herself entering a dense, undeveloped forest.
The cell signal was weak in the woods, and Queena’s trail was faint and sporadic. Just when Yvonne would find a new clue and think she was close, the trail would vanish again.
Following the intermittent tracks, Yvonne ventured deeper and deeper into the forest without realizing it. She searched for hours, until the sky began to lighten, but there was still no sign of Queena.
Exhausted, Yvonne was resting under a tree when she heard the faint sounds of a fight in the distance.
She got to her feet and instinctively moved toward the noise.
There, she saw Bennett fighting a masked man dressed in black.
The man was a skilled fighter, but he was clearly no match for Bennett. With a powerful kick, Bennett sent him to the ground, pinning him with a foot to the chest. “Who are you people?” he demanded, looking down at him. “What are you doing on this island?”
The man remained silent, his eyes darting around nervously.
Bennett watched him, then suddenly sensed a swift movement behind him.
He ducked with lightning-fast reflexes. By the time he straightened up, several more men in black had emerged from behind the trees, two dropped down from the branches above, and a few more rose from the undergrowth.
They were all armed and looked like formidable opponents.
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