Back in the bedroom, the phone was vibrating.
It was a call from Marcus Shaw.
"Marc—"
Answering the phone, Oliver Scott was cut off directly by Marcus Shaw before he could greet him.
"Come downstairs, climb out from the backyard," Marcus Shaw said concisely.
"Huh?"
Oliver Scott's mind was a bit slow, not reacting immediately.
"Come to the balcony."
"Oh."
Suddenly realizing something, Oliver Scott opened his eyes in astonishment, quickly opened the French window, and stepped out onto the balcony.
The cold wind whizzed through him from the outside, but as soon as he looked down, he saw two figures outside the iron gate of the backyard, and he didn't feel cold at all.
The backyard was usually unattended, with snow piled up and uncleared, a vast expanse of white snow. Only one light was on, which was not bright, casting a dim glow that vaguely revealed the figures standing outside the iron railings.
It was Marcus Shaw and Nora Scott.
