The same.
Next door at the Johnson Family.
Ruth Upperton was enduring an extremely agonizing night.
She leaned against the headboard, lost in thought.
Her mind was filled with Bertha Marley's arrogant phone conversations, rendering her unable to sleep.
More terrifying was the feeling that her previous sense of invincibility had been somehow removed, leaving only endless darkness to engulf her...
...
Early morning.
Not yet six o'clock.
A rush of footsteps startled her out of a daze.
She nodded her head, immediately got out of bed, opened the door, and happened to see Lude Johnsons passing by. She hurriedly called out, "Lude, how was your night?"
"Didn't catch anyone."
Lude Johnsons, frustrated and angry, said, "Isabella Lindsey is no longer in Phoenix City; we were one step too late, and she ran away."
"..." Ruth Upperton suddenly froze.
She asked herself if she still needed to pursue the wild girl as a murderer.
Inexplicably.
