Once again, silence ensued in the room and other than the sound of the waves from outside, there was no other noise. It was not until Jared's phone chimed that the two men snapped out of their thoughts.
There was not much change in Jared's expression when he read the message until his eyes twinkled, making Preston raise his brows in wonder.
"May I know what got you all smiling? What's the great news?"
"Another person on our list is dead now." Jared beamed and looked at his phone again.
"Who?" Preston's brows scrunched up and he thought of all the people who might have died while he had gone missing. But he could think of none.
"Charles Miller. He is dead."
"Oh, my, my." Preston sniggered. "He should have died long ago. Took his time."
"I wonder who killed him." Jared mused and switched on the TV to look at the news.
"Whoever it was, did us great help. That man should have perished long ago."
