It appeared that my father placed the blame on him.
Although I couldnât discern the exact words my father uttered, the pained countenance that appeared on Calebâs face spoke volumes.
Whatever my father had said was undeniably distressing.
After a lengthy exchange with my father, Caleb finally concluded the call, turning to me to relay the disconcerting message.
âYour father suggested that we take a more unyielding stance against the remaining members of the Barton family.
Compassion may not serve our cause, as it could potentially exacerbate the situation.
â
I concurred, âYouâre right.
I understand.
Our top priority at the moment is to find Luis, as heâs aware of my true identity.
With Janiyaâs death, we lack the leverage to confront him.
Weâre uncertain of his next move.
â
âIndeed, itâs a perplexing matter.
â Caleb assumed a grave countenance as he promptly contacted Carlos, issuing a directive.
âCarlos, mobilize additional resources for a thorough sweep of the packâs surroundings.
â
âUnderstood,â Carlos replied.
âZoe, who has just completed her task and is assisting in the investigation, can be a valuable asset in our pursuit.
With her involvement, we should expedite the search for Luis.
â
However, as was often the case, things failed to proceed as smoothly as anticipated.
Upon Zoeâs return, a turbulent quarrel erupted between her and Carlos, her visage brimming with fury.
With hands resting firmly on her hips, she said, âWhat rotten Luck!
Iâm headed back to Roz Town.
I canât bear this wretched place any longer! Itâs infuriating!â
âWhatâs the issue, Zoe?â I attempted to intervene, seeking an explanation.
However, Zoe paid me no heed, her abrupt exit leaving me dumbfounded.
I turned to Caleb, my gaze inquiring.
Caleb, wearing a helpless expression, shrugged and turned to Carlos, asking, âCarlos, what transpired?â
Carlos, his countenance marked by displeasure, responded, âIâm the one who should be mad.
Following Luisâ mishap, word reached the remaining Barton family members, prompting some to flee and others to go into hiding.
It was hard to find them actually.
I managed to apprehend one of them and was on the verge of extracting valuable information when Zoe, in her fervor, inadvertently dislocated the individualâs jaw.
Regrettably, I now possess no useful information.
â
Debraâs POV:
âDonât sweat it.
If he canât speak, he can write it down,â reassured Caleb, offering solace to Carlos.
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Carlos, however, simmered with even greater frustration.
âNo, you donât get it.
He canât write.
After Zoe forcibly dislocated the captiveâs jaw, he still clung to the idea of escape.
While we tried to stop him, our combined strength inadvertently shattered both of his wrists.
â
Caleb and I lapsed into a disheartened silence.
These two were our dependable comrades, and it confounded us how theyâd come to this pass when paired up.
With a sigh, I broke the silence.
âWeâre left with no alternatives.
Our only recourse is to apprehend others and extract information, or await his recovery.
â
Carlosâ despair deepened.
âBut this individual is a master at eluding capture.
He was no easy fish to reel in.
If word gets out, the rest will prove even more elusive.
â
Caleb offered assurance.
âNo need to fret.
Itâs merely a question of time.
By dispatching additional personnel, weâll nab them sooner or later.
However, both you and Zoe should take this as a lesson.