Chapter 1711

"We're here," Charlie said. After walking for about five minutes, they reached what looked like a narrow escape route. The passage wasn't very spacious—probably something Frank used when he needed to move discreetly. After exiting the tunnel, they assumed they'd find themselves on an open road that was about 0.3 miles from Foster Manor. But when they emerged, they were instead inside a small, unassuming house. The building was a single-story flat covering about 2,150 square feet. It was spotless, as though someone had been maintaining it regularly. Yet, there were almost no personal touches—no sign of anyone actually living here. Charlie took in the sight of the house with indifference at first. But then his gaze landed on a photograph sitting on a cabinet. It was a picture of a woman holding a baby. The woman had a soft, gentle beauty as she cradled the infant in her arms. But the photo was missing one key figure—the husband, the father. Charlie fell silent. He knew exactly