In the car, Arnold's computer displayed various surveillance angles, keeping an eye on the movements around the small villa.

As the night grew deeper, it had been over an hour since we left the Chandler residence, yet there was no sign of activity.

Feeling a bit impatient, I looked at Atlas. He was calmly staring at the road leading to the villa.

"What if she doesn't show up?" I asked Atlas softly.

"She won't. That's her weakness. Right now, the only outlet for her frustration is Beatrice, e