It was almost midnight. "Tap," Dylan landed in front of a house and a convenience store that sold snacks and drinks at the end of the shopping street.
"Hmm... so this is Lena's grandma's house," Dylan muttered, looking at the house.
Then he saw a light on the second floor. Dylan teleported to the second-floor terrace and with his lock-picking skill he entered, then crept and stood in front of a door. He heard two people talking inside, which sounded like a bedroom.
"C.A.T.S., please tap the conversation inside and record it," Dylan instructed in his head. [Understood, sir.]
Dylan disappeared, then leaned against the wall right next to the bedroom door. He turned his head toward the door and listened to the conversation inside.
"Has Lena answered your call, Mark?" a woman asked.
"Not yet. Now we don't know where she is. I thought she was in this house at first. My mother doesn't know where she is either. She's really your daughter," Mark answered irritably.
