Ronan discovered he had picked up two "tails" when he left the precinct after work and headed home.
Though they had followed him with extreme concealment and excellent disguises, they could not fool his spiritual perception!
Without question, this had to be arranged by Police Superintendent Simpson.
After suffering a setback, the other side had moved remarkably fast.
But Ronan felt no ripples within.
Because this was entirely within his expectations.
Pedaling his bicycle, Ronan picked up speed and weaved through the bustling streets as nimbly as a fish swimming through water.
When he reached an intersection, he suddenly turned into a nearby alley.
By the time the trackers hurried after him, they found that Ronan had vanished without a trace.
Although shaking off the trackers was nothing to Ronan, that did not mean the trouble had disappeared.
In fact, the new trouble had only just arrived.
Ronan took several winding turns through the city before finally returning to his home in the East District beneath the cover of night.
"Ask for leave for Janice tomorrow."
He said to Dolores, "Stay home during this period. It's best if you don't go out."
Although the address Ronan had registered in his personal file was the house in Old Port District, there was no guarantee that the villa here would remain secret. If someone uncovered it, Dolores and Janice's safety would be threatened.
Ronan would never underestimate the influence of a Police Superintendent from the General Police Bureau.
"I understand."
A trace of worry flashed through Dolores's eyes as she said softly, "I'm sorry. We dragged you into this."
She and Janice were both ordinary people. If danger came, not only could they offer Ronan no help, they would instead become burdens weighing him down.
This was already the second time it