chapter 153 Riding a tiger is difficult to get off

The taxi sped through the dark night. Ruth Lowell sat in the back seat and turned his head to look at the busy traffic outside the window.

In order to investigate cases, she often went out early and came back late. She was accustomed to such scenes. But tonight, perhaps because of her different mood, everything seemed much brighter.

Thinking of Fabian Ortiz, with whom she had just parted, her fair little face turned slightly red.

Not only did he get clues about the...