Night descended in the Sinclair mansion, with a stillness in the air.
Atlas, on call with Dez, went over every information they had in hand.
"I managed to secure some footage from the exit points, but on the road. We'd have to scan through to see which possibly came out of the hotel though," Dez said.
"Hasten up the search, Dez. I'm not going to jail."
"No you're not," the call ended, and a strange number began to call him.
He frowned as he answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Is this Atlas Sinclair?" The voice at the other end of the line asked."
"Sure, why?"
"You will be the face of the murder of Vanna James if you don't tell Aveline Parker to drop her pursuit of justice, and hand over the avalanche."
He was still trying to make sense of what the voice was saying, when the call ended.
It was only when the call ended, his confusion disappeared.
He dialled officer Ben swiftly.
"Art? What is it?"
"I just got a call from a strange number."
"What did they want?"
