The bandage was wrapped smoothly and neatly, the knot positioned to the left, the technique clean without a single wasted movement.
This neat and efficient style made Callahan pause. It felt somewhat familiar.
Callahan remembered when Dr. L first arrived; watching the monitor as Dr. L changed Arnold’s dressing, she also used tweezers with her left hand, her movements precise and efficient.
“Identical technique... and both are left-handed...” Callahan muttered to himself.
The assistant walked over just then, handing him a file. “Mr. Langley, these are the flight records for Ms. Sloan you asked me to check. Ms. Sloan left Zamora on the same flight as Dr. L.”
Callahan’s fingers paused, dark currents surging in his eyes. It was too much of a coincidence. The same professional medical skill, the same left-handedness, the same flight... He suddenly remembered Leilani’s clean needle-throwing technique at the airport.
Callahan had a rough idea of what was going on. But confirmation would require checking everything from after Leilani turned eighteen.
“After we return, I want all records on Leilani’s adulthood, especially her movements after being released from prison.”
...
Four hours later, Leilani’s international flight landed.
As soon as Leilani walked out of the international arrivals exit, she saw Josiah standing nearby. The man was in a sharp suit, his face cold, his gaze locked onto her, clearly having waited for some time.
Leilani glanced at him coldly. She didn’t stop walking, passing right by him as if she hadn’t seen him.
“Leilani.” Josiah grabbed her wrist, his voice low. “What were you doing abroad?”
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