The western villa district.
"How's it going, Calvin?"
Camilla hurried into the backyard room, her delicate yet pale face unable to conceal her anxiety.
"Have you found any useful leads about Fanny?"
"Nothing," Calvin replied in a weary, hoarse voice laced with frustration, the heavy scent of cigarettes clinging to him.
"Whoever did this clearly came prepared—they destroyed every possible lead in advance."
Camilla pressed her lips together, her hands at her sides curling into tight fists.
She had combed through the hospital surveillance footage frame by frame, but there had been no suspicious activity around Fanny's room during her stay.
In fact, aside from the caregiver, no one else had even approached.
The caregiver... After a moment of silent contemplation, Camilla turned her head toward Calvin.
"Calvin, there's one person we haven't looked into yet."
Calvin's gaze sharpened as he focused on her, waiting.
"The caregiver who took care of Fanny," she said.
