Part 81 # Interpol Fugitive

Madam chuckled softly. It seemed like she knew her daughter's habits very well.

"You really want to know, Lynn?" she teased, moving closer to Lara.

"Come on, Mother! Spit it out!" Lara urged impatiently. Her face was getting redder, but Lara refused to say anything other than a quick and straightforward command to reveal the location of her child.

Madam grinned, putting her sunglasses back on. The strong wind blew, bringing a momentary peace for her.

"He's in—"

Before Madam could continue her sentence, the roar of engines thundered from above. A helicopter flew low, shaking the situation below.

"MADAM! Interpol is here! We need to go!"

"Damn it!" Madam looked annoyed and cursed under her breath. But she quickly glanced sadly at her daughter before running towards the helicopter, which now extended a sturdy rope for her.

"Lynn, remember the suitcase I left with you? There's a key and an address, just go there. Everything you want to know is there," Madam said, looking straight at her d