Inside was a well-kept Barbie doll. She wasn't wearing a pretty dress—instead, the clothes on her body were torn in places, with faint fingerprints left on them.
Sophia's face paled slightly. She looked at Amelia urgently.
"Who gave this to you? Where was it found? You said it was a woman—what kind of woman? Was she older? What did she look like?"
Amelia was momentarily stunned by the rapid-fire questions.
"President Morgan, I picked it up from the front desk and brought it up for you, so I don't know much either. The front desk said, judging by her voice, it was a middle-aged woman. She was wearing a mask, so they couldn't see her clearly, but she had fine lines at the corners of her eyes and very gentle eyes."
Sophia strode straight to the security room.
"Pull up today's lobby surveillance footage."
