Trudging around the loophole

Hours passed after the young master of the McArthney family mobilized every personnel he could to track Agatha's whereabouts. He even almost called his uncle, the family head, to request the lockdown of every means of transportation going out of the city. Fortunately, before the call connected, one of his men informed him that they already found her. She was actually nearby. Or at least, she didn't go that far.

With a dark expression in his face, Paul strode towards the girl hugging her knees on the park's stone bench. She was wearing a white shirt and blue denim. It was already dusk, so if other people had seen her wearing shades, they would find her an oddball. Probably the girl sensed their presence so she raised her head and corrected her sitting posture. She didn't part with the bench though, and merely waited for them to come near her. Then out of the sudden, she snapped her fingers in the air, her bare lips parting.

"Sir Dylan, it's already late,"<