Meanwhile, Josie had been bound to a chair for two full days. Her entire body was numb as she stared blankly at the images on the television screen.
It was unclear how much she had watched.
The camera focused on the lively guests. Dexter and Heather were not present. Josie presumed they were preparing.
Itâs happening soonâ¦
Josie could clearly sense the nervousness in Johnny and his subordinates.
Unexpectedly, Josie felt relaxed. She couldnât care less, knowing that there was no chance for redemption.
âBoss⦠whatâs that soundâ¦â one lackey asked Johnny, holding his breath to listen.
Johnnyâs brow furrowed as he discerned the sporadic, weighty thuds of a walking stick hitting the floor, indicating the presence of someone using a walker.
âSomeoneâs coming!â Johnny exclaimed in alarm. He drew his knife, cautiously moving forward.
Josie furrowed her brows. She also heard the sound of the walking stick approaching, the disordered footfalls growing louder. Their intent was unmistakable. They were advancing in their direction.
Soon, Josie looked up, only to see a pair of feet clad in canvas shoes. She continued to look up and saw a hunched figure, leaning on a walking stick. When her gaze fell on his face, her pupils dilated in surprise.
Mark? How can it be Mark?
He was already over sixty, and although his health was not the best, he remained calm even in the face of danger.
Mark had evidently come alone. He scanned the desolate, abandoned construction site, his gaze finally settling on Josie, who was bound.
His gaze darkened.
âWho are you!â Johnny brandished his knife at him, a hint of fear lingering in his voice. âHow did you find this place!â
Finally, Mark turned his gaze toward Johnny, his voice steady as he said, âThis is my home. If anyone should be asking that question, it should be me!â
His home? Johnny searched his memories. âY-Youâre Mark Olsen!â
How terrifying! How on earth did Mark manage to find this place? Wasnât it long since abandoned?
Mark commented, âYoung man, you have quite a keen eye!â
He walked forward, leaning on his walking stick, completely disregarding the knife he was holding.
Johnny and his subordinates were forced to retreat.
âDonât come any further. Weapons donât discriminate. Youâre not young anymore. Thereâs no need to take risks!â
âIâve experienced struggles from my youth until now. Thereâs nothing I havenât seen. Your mere knife canât harm me!â
Mark continued to move forward, truly unafraid.
Johnny and his subordinates exchanged glances, unsure of what to do next. Should we take action?
But this man is, nominally, Heatherâs father at present! If we donât, then what are we going to do?
Mark stood firm before the tip of his blade. âListen, young man. Whatever youâre planning to do is none of my business. Iâm not here to play the hero.â
Johnny glanced at Josie. Her eyes unmistakably carried a trace of anticipation, but in an instant, it vanished.
The anticipation was gone.
Johnny heaved a sigh of relief. Heâs alone. Iâm sure he has no other intentions. âThen what are youââ
Mark looked at Josie. âIâm here to have a word with her.â
Mark sat straight on the steps, right next to Josie.
âUntie her.â
âNo way!â
Josieâs wrists and ankles had been rubbed raw by the ropes, her skin now taking on a ghastly bluish hue.
âUntie her!â Mark commanded in a deep voice. âWeâre at Olsen Residence. The people outside are under my command. She wonât be able to escape!â
âWhy should I trust you? What if youâre here to save her?â
âThe person who kidnapped her is my daughter! I will never harm her!â
To Johnnyâs surprise, Mark knew it was Heather.