Chapter 12 - Victor Hale Tried to Escape the Country—But the Nine-Year-Old Girl Had Already Predicted His Final MoveHale disappeared.

His passport had been flagged.
His accounts were frozen.
Yet somehow, he escaped surveillance.
The police searched airports.
Nothing.
Then I remembered something.
Crestwood had a private transportation company.
One of its vehicles had left the city that morning.
I asked the detective to check it.
They did.
The vehicle was heading toward a private airfield.
We arrived just as Hale was boarding a plane.
He saw me.
His expression twisted with hatred.
“You.”
I stepped forward.
“You can't run forever.”
He laughed.
“You're nine.”
I shook my head.
“No.”
I pointed behind him.
“I'm not alone.”
Police surrounded the aircraft.
Hale surrendered.
As he was handcuffed, he looked at me.
“You destroyed my life.”
I answered:
May you like
“No.
You did.”
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