Brendan patiently waited. The window of the building was tightly sealed, making it nearly impossible to shoot accurately, especially in the foggy weather.

Besides, with so many targets at the wharf, the opponent would have to be reckless to attempt to shoot with the risk of Connor being killed.

After contemplating his next move, Brendan didn’t mind following the opponent’s lead, but he was also waiting for Sam to make his way through.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, “Mr. Brighthall! Is that a boat?”

Brendan looked toward the pointed direction with the binoculars and saw a ferry slowly making its way out of the fog. A woman stood at the bow, and as Brendan focused, he recognized her face. It was Ophelia.

He scanned the area around the ferry and saw only two people smoking while talking to each other. They didn’t look like they were with the opponent.

Just then, Deirdre couldn’t wait any longer and rolled down the car window. “Brendan, how’s the situation? Has my mother arrived?”

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