"What!" Leonard stopped cold. Then, he walked to a place with fewer people and questioned her in a low voice, "What's wrong with you? How did they steal the target? What are you doing? Did you just watch the target being stolen?"
"I realized that there was no signal on my cell phone when I got off the plane, so I got someone to ask the airport staff. Before that person returned, I saw a black Lincoln parked on the tarmac. The license plate number is the one you told me about…
"The chauffeur greeted me as soon as he saw me. He said that you had something urgent to attend to and couldn't come. He said that you asked him to pick up the target."
Leonard's head buzzed, and his blood rushed to the top of his head. He gripped his cell phone tightly, and his face turned red. "I did not tell anyone to pick you up!"
"I… I also suspected that something was wrong back then. I asked him a few questions, but he answered them flawlessly.
