Chapter 110: Indomitable Spirit

Just then, a middle-aged man stepped out of Tetlow Villa in a neat gray Zhongshan suit, the traditional Chinese tunic, his hair slicked back. He told Jordan Sowden, "I don't think she's gone far. Most likely she's still ahead, in the bridge underpass less than a mile and a half ahead. Go take a look." His voice had softened, his manners suddenly far more polished. Jordan figured the man was not speaking off the cuff. He murmured his thanks, spun on his heel, and sprinted for the underpass. No...