Late at night, the lights in the rooms were still brightly lit. The sounds of taps on the keyboards and clicks on the mouse didn't stop.

In order to find out where the truck was quickly, Otto personally supervised his staff.

He held a cup of coffee and paced around, looking at the screens of the computer one after the other. Without realizing it, he had finished his cup of coffee.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

He took his phone out to have a look. He headed out of the control room, threw the empty cup in the bin, and picked up the call.

Calbert said, "I heard one of Yvonne's men had been badly beaten up."

"Hmm." Otto was by the windows in the corridor. He looked out at the night view. "Aren't you busy dealing with Sloan? Why do you still have the time to worry about Hope?"

"I'm not that busy. I still have time to think about you guys."

Calbert was at a departure terminal in the airport. He looked at Ashley's parents and sighed. "The Webbs really like to travel. They don't feel tir