William Bryan didn't say anything. He looked coldly at Charlee Ford again.

Charlee Ford's hair, face, clothes, and shoes were all covered in heavy dust.

There was a small three-story building in the courtyard. Because there was no one living there, there were some unwanted sundries piled up. Normally, no one would go there, and the surroundings were blind spots for surveillance.

If Charlee Ford escaped from there?

"Yes, I do. The attic is fun, I want to have fun, and ...