Female Novel
Chapter 237
Chapter 237
As time passed since the kidnapping, both Clark and Bradley grew increasingly uneasy. With only twopeople, Clark’s progress was slower, but Bradley had the support of a larger team, allowing him toquickly locate the dock.
The van had last been seen at the dock, so they carefully examined the surveillance footage. Afteranalyzing the recordings, they unanimously agreed that the dock was a crucial area to investigate.
Bradley turned to the person beside him and asked, “Do we have a map?”
“Yes,” he replied.
A map was placed in front of Bradley, who studied the dock’s location on the map and then. glanced atthe sea beyond. His gaze settled on a small island marked on the map.
“What is this place?” he inquired.
The man began explaining, “Mr. Warner, this used to be a prison for dangerous criminals, but it waslater developed for tourism
”
Bradley cut him off with an urgent tone. “Let’s go to the island immediately!”
“Yes,” the man responded.
The group boarded a yacht, and after half an hour of sailing, they noticed black smoke rising in thedistance.
Bradley’s heart skipped a beat as he asked in a deep voice, “Is that… the island?”
“According to the latitude, yes.”
“Faster!”
As they approached the small island, their hearts raced, anticipation building.
Before them, a fierce sea of fire unfolded.novelbin
The flames consumed the abandoned buildings, creating thick black smoke that billowed into the skywith the sea breeze.
Even from a distance, the pungent odor filled the air. They quickly donned masks and took precautions.
The yacht finally reached the shore, but they hesitated to approach. The tire marks on the sandy shoreindicated a problem.
“Mr. Warner, it seems that Madam and the others are no longer on this island,” one of the teammembers reported.
Bradley stood on the white sandy shore, raising an eyebrow as he observed the tire marks.” Check theinformation from the maritime administration.”
The maritime administration’s website provided real-time tracking of marine vessel trajectories. Theycould quickly determine the yacht’s last known position by analyzing the
data.
The massive fire had erased all evidence and sins, leaving nothing behind. Bradley and the otherswere clueless about what had transpired on the island.
The crashing waves and soaring seagulls surrounded them, accentuating the vastness of the
sea.
The fire continued to burn fiercely, radiating scorching heat even from a hundred meters away.
Bradley remained focused on the vessel trajectory information displayed on the maritime.administration’s website while the professionals diligently analyzed the data.
After half an hour of intense scrutiny, one of the professionals exclaimed, “Mr. Warner, we’ve found it!”
“Tell me,” Bradley demanded, his handsome face exuding a menacing aur