They're agile, and the system can't find their real identities.
In a society governed by law, how could a normal person not have an identity?
But this pointed to one thing.
These people were fugitives.
Over a month ago, she had subdued a group of bank robbers. The police had hypothesized back then that they might have accomplices.
Chloe Sinclair had been too busy lately, her life a predictable routine. The group probably hadn't found an opportunity to make their move.
'Should we call the police now?' Eight asked, instantly growing nervous at the thought of the previous group of robbers.
Chloe looked at the men on her computer screen, who thought they were well hidden. A faint smile touched her lips, but her tone was utterly contemptuous. "Of course we'll report them. These people have the blood of twenty-four on their hands."
Donovan Holt isn't getting away, and neither are these guys.
"Aren't they here for revenge? Then I'll be waiting for them tonight."
