"Should we go check it out tonight?"
Stella Lockwood asked eagerly, her blood suddenly racing with excitement. In her past life, she had died without ever knowing the cause of her father's death. Now that she finally had a lead, how could she not be anxious?
This clue was crucial. Although she didn't know what it meant, the handwriting was definitely her father's, so the place must hold a secret.
Glancing at his watch, Sean Quinn saw it was almost nine. "It's getting late, and it's a bit of a drive to Noriver. Let's go tomorrow… We've all been through a lot today. Why don't we get some rest?"
"But I have a commercial shoot tomorrow… The time is already set, it can't be changed…" At her current level, she didn't have the standing to negotiate with the director; a scheduled shoot couldn't be changed on a whim.
