Chapter 6 - A price to pay

Dudley Baker came in a rush, drenched in sweat. His face was so red, and his chest was moving up and down rapidly.

"How? Has she been found?" Between his rising and falling breaths, Dudley's voice sounded like a strangled man's. "Answer me, you morron!"

"We still can't say for sure, Sir," said one of his men. "We just found this."

His man then showed him a woman's one-sided shoe, making Dudley's forehead trench at once. "What's this?"

"Women's shoes, Sir."

"I already know about that, You idiot! Do you think I can't see what this thing is, huh?"

None of his men answered. They just lowered their heads. Dudley Baker's performance might have looked ridiculous, but his anger was a clear danger to them.

"It looks like Miss Foster's shoes, Sir." His bodyguard dissuaded him.

Dudley's frown deepened. He couldn't recognize that shoe and snorted loudly. "Then what's the point? What I want is the owner, not the damn shoes!"

"W-we found it not far from this room, Sir. There aren't any other rooms