How could it be missing...
Suddenly, a voice came over the broadcast: "Passenger Miss Sevry on flight XXX, please come to the security checkpoint. The staff has found your lost valuable item."
Heather's vigilance surged.
This broadcast seemed to ring out only after she appeared, as if some eyes had been watching her, knowing she had arrived.
Could it be...
A Night Hawk trick?
Heather stood motionless in the middle, her gaze sweeping around.
She hadn't lost anything, so it's just an excuse to lure her over.
But...
Night Hawk wouldn't be so blatant as to make a move at the security checkpoint... What could it be?
The broadcast repeated the same message.
At this moment, a staff member seemed to have noticed her, indeed holding something as they walked towards her. Although Heather didn't move from her spot, her eyes were filled with vigilance, a look that told him it'd be best not to come too close.
