At around seven or eight, Jasmine Yale squatted on the beach picking up seashells.
Sylvan Cheney answered a phone call.
"Mr. Cheney." It was Charles Mcintosh, "Where are you?"
"At the beach."
Charles Mcintosh frowned, the beach? So early in the morning?
But he knew that Jasmine Yale had returned, so Sylvan at the beach wasn't something unusual.
"Mr. Cheney, I heard Joan Harry is missing."
"When did this happen?"
"The evening you were discharged from the hospital," Charles Mcintosh lowered his voice.
That day?
Sylvan thought back carefully; that night, Jasmine Yale had texted Joan Harry to come to the hotel.
Did Joan Harry come, or did she not? If she did come, how could she just disappear without any reason?
"The Harry Family is looking for Miss Joan, Mr. Cheney. Keep an eye out, Yacob Harry might head to the Cheney Residence."
"Understood." Sylvan nodded, "Did you send someone to look for her?"
"Little Lilac has gone to look."
