Chapter 107

In the wee hours of the morning, Linnet Street down in Tocham was bustling with nightlife. Tina fiddled with the glass on the table, and her sharp nails ran across it. She hissed, "What's the deal with meeting up at this hour?" Jenna replied, "It's about Lance's whereabouts you had me look into. Well, I got some information a few days ago." Tina's expression changed. She hurriedly replied, "Why didn't you tell me sooner? Where is he now?" "Joseph assigned Lance to labor duties at a factory in the northern region of Cascadia. I suppose that's the most remote factory Reid Incorporated has overseas." "Give me the address." Jenna frowned. "It doesn't help anything." "Why not?" Jenna opened a photo on her phone and slid the phone over to Tina. Under the bar's dim lights, the phone screen gleamed. A death certificate issued by an overseas agency had 'Lance Morris' written on it. Tina's eyes widened. She snatched the phone in shock. "Two days ago, my contact told me that Lance was