After some time, Titus Shaw emerged, his expression impassive. "Let's go. We're finding Ruth Shaw. She's the last one."
Ian Quincy said, "My wife likes to carry scissors on her, too."
"Is that so?" A rare smile touched Titus Shaw's lips, but the regret in his heart only deepened.
"Could you teach me your fighting techniques?" Ian Quincy asked.
"I can," Titus Shaw readily agreed. "Just be sure to teach Cecilia, too."
"Of course."
"...."
......
Ian Quincy followed Titus Shaw to Ruth Shaw's workplace.
The guard on duty said that Ruth Shaw had left half an hour ago.
Ian Quincy said, "She must have gotten tipped off and ran."
"She can run, but she can't hide! We're going to her house." Titus Shaw headed straight for Ruth Shaw's home.
The house was empty.
He forced the lock and entered, then went on a rampage, smashing things and making off with nearly all her gold and silver jewelry.
