When the old man's gaze fell on them, Watson and Diane's faces instantly darkened.
The others watched them with hints of sympathy in their eyes.
"Should be these two," one elderly man stated.
"Yeah, but which one exactly?" the other old man's brow creased slightly.
Both men studied Watson and Diane, clearly struggling to decide.
But then Diane suddenly thrust her finger toward Watson and shouted, "It's definitely her, definitely her! This has nothing to do with me. If you want someone, take her!"
Watson's eyes widened at Diane's words, shock written across her face.
She couldn't believe those words had just come from Diane's mouth!
"Watson, just confess already. Cornel Drake was chasing you back then, not me..." Diane stuttered.
"Elders... I mean, grandpas, Watson was the one you wanted to capture, not me! Wah wah wah, please don't come after me..."
The two old men exchanged thoughtful glances, then looked at Watson and nodded. "Should be her."
