By the time Sophie and Elliot arrived at the cabin in the outskirts, it was nearly dusk.
Las Vegas, several kilometers away, was still brightly lit, but once they left the city, the Nevada Desert seemed utterly desolate.
Sophie pushed open the car door and got out, then walked into the cabin...
She saw Hudson, a Black young man wearing a pair of ridiculous glasses, dancing to the music around Parker, the skinny blonde thief.
Sophie glanced at Elliot, who looked eager to join in. With a smile, she gave him a playful shove, then headed for the dining table. She picked up a glass of whiskey, raised it to Nate, who was beaming, and said, "You came up with a great plan, especially considering I was taking a risk by approaching Alvin.
Casino owner Terry and that Congressman probably still have no idea what happened."
As she spoke, Sophie looked at Nate's matter-of-fact expression. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "We're doing good. Why are we ignoring the leads connected to the drug operation?
We're not just supposed to punish Anthony, but the criminal network behind him, too.
Nate, you missed a crucial link. That's not like you...
I've been waiting for you to tell me to stay at the Hotel. I can tell Alvin knows something about the secret of 'coming back to life.'
Why don't you want to investigate further?"
Nate fell silent for a moment. He raised his glass and took a sip of whiskey, then smacked his lips and said, "At first, I thought it was just your imagination...
A disaster survivor from Los Angeles came to talk to you. You looked at his family photos and comforted him.
Then, suddenly, you found his brother here in Las Vegas—a man diagnosed with terminal cancer several