Edinburgh.
On the outskirts, an abandoned chemical factory.
Facing the empty chemical factory, Gem Atkinson clenched his fist: Where are they, my baby?
All the clues pointed to this chemical plant, and since it was closest to the coast, it was very likely that if a helicopter picked up Nathan Mamet and others and took them to the ship at sea, Nathan Mamet could escape the country.
But when his men, Norton Jarvis's men, the Edinburgh police force's men, and the Interpol's men descended upon the place like heavenly soldiers, all that remained was the sound of the wind and the rain.
Empty as if the people had vanished into thin air.
Had Nathan Mamet never been here at all?
Or had Nathan Mamet fled upon hearing the wind?
"Gem," Norton Jarvis approached, ready to say some words of comfort.
