030 The Fateful Night

"Status, Buster." Edmund's rough voice came through the mic.

"No one has yet to approach the bait, boss." Buster mumbled with the telescope pressed on his left eye tight.

"And the man who was there when I set the bait?"

"Still there, boss, standing by the well. I think he's waiting for someone." Buster moved his stiff body slightly --

He had been groveling on the rooftop of a nearby building for hours, even longer than the man by the old stone well in the backyard of the old chapel, watching the whole area closely.

Edmund was hiding across the street from the chapel, waiting in the bush.

He couldn't let whoever blackmailed him get away with his blood, but he couldn't let anything happen to Lilith either.

His phone lit up but no sound rose. Edmund put the phone call through: "Cora, talk to me."

"No sign of forcefully breaking in here at Miss Hayes's house, boss." Cora reported speedily, "If anyone broke in, it was clean.