Sean said a little feebly, "Either way, that means we can't work on Steven."
"That's not set in stone," Cordy argued. "Even if we can't get anything on his accounts, we can keep tabs on his whereabouts. There’s no doubt the mysterious person would contact Steven again. Personally, I don't think a lawyer would take up such a huge risk just for money. He must have a stake in terms of sentiment as well. It’s generally how most people are blinded, especially with money being icing on the cake."
"Alright." Sean agreed to the plan without hesitation. "I'll arrange for my people to keep an eye on him in secret, and I’ll also look into his social circles to see if we can find any clues."
"Right." Cordy nodded. "Well, I actually have a cruder and more violent idea."
"I expect it to be violent, but not cruder."
Sean chuckled—Cordy was as calm as she was meticulous, and any ideas she had would have been thought through thoroughly.
"Get the cops involved," Cordy revealed her plan without any hesitation.
Sean frowned, and asked, "Won't that make them realize we're on to them?"
"When there's nothing much to work with, making them panic is the best option."
"Or it might just make them more wary."
"Which is why we should put on a show to lure them out of hiding."
Sean appeared solemn as he turned towards her, but she smiled faintly at him.
They came to a tacit understanding right there and then.
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Soon, they arrived at the hotel. Cordy took Dicky's hand and led him to the elevator.
Seeing that the doors were closing, she hurried forward and stopped the doors from closing; only to see Lucas inside, sitting on his wheelchair while she was going to enter.
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