Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 270

The woman from the other end was silent for a moment, seemingly shocked by Luther's aura, and then

she hurriedly cut off.

The "beep-beep-beep" busy tone echoed in the empty air…

Luther's mind went blank.

The photo of Joyce tied up on the ground was carved into his mind and he just could never get rid of it.

She was lying on the floor, her body curled up, her hands tied behind her back, her lips taped, her

normally crystal-clear eyes now shut tight lifelessly.

He remembered the unhealed wound on her back, which must be hurting bad at the moment.

He clenched his fist tightly, veins popping on the back of his hand. He could not tell whether it was

heartache or just rage, but he just wanted to crush the phone into pieces.

Karl stepped forward and gripped the phone in his hand, saying calmly, "Let go and give me your

phone. I'm going to install a real-time tracker on your phone."

Luther snapped back to his senses, his hand loosened, and pain crossed his eyes.

His voice was hoarse, "Well, can you trace where the call came from?"

"It shouldn't be a problem," Karl replied.

Karl could see the pain on his face and he understood what it must be like – pain, torture, nervousness,

everything.

After all, Joyce was his wife, and all he could do was try his best to get Joyce back.

A young police officer suddenly shouted excitedly, "We found the signal!"

Just after a while, however, he suddenly wondered, "No, the caller is in Phoenix Mountain of City A?

How is it possible, so far away? They should not have the time to go that far?" This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Luther and Karl were stunned at the same time. City A?

"It is possible that they have not yet delivered Joyce to Phoenix Mountain, but they still made the call to

warn us. Phoenix Mountain is quite complex. Not to mention outsiders, even locals may not be able to

map it out. Of course, it's also possible that they were just trying to deliberately steer us in the wrong

direction." Karl frowned deeply, his face strained.

"Whether it's a trap or not, we can't just let it go." Luther opened his thin lips lightly, his eyes fixed at

Karl, and he said in a deep voice, "Even if we get just a ten-thousandth probability, we can not give up."

Karl thought for a moment, picked up the phone, and dialed the traffic control department.

After getting through, he immediately instructed, "Set up checkpoints at each road in and out of

Khebury but don't detain any vehicles. Just say you are having a routine inspection. If there are any

suspicious vehicles, report immediately to me and start tracking them privately."

"Yes, we will try our best." The other side promised.

Karl hung up and turned to Luther, quite seriously, "Since they have threatened you not to call the

police, we can't act rashly, or Joyce will be in danger."

Luther nodded, his hands clasped hard to hide the trembling he couldn't stop.

In fact, he was afraid. He had a hunch. Whether he called the police or not, whether he paid the

ransom or not, he was afraid it was all just an excuse, and what they really wanted was Joyce's life

right from the beginning.

Grandma's death was no accident.

All those things they had run into were just closely related.

At that moment, Karl, who had been checking the database, suddenly spoke up, "Got it! The owner of

the number is Georgia, the missing prison guard. She once used and abandoned this number, and it

was reactivated."