"Wonderful!" Ethel beamed.

Nicole then recalled the incident at Witch Valley and inquired, “Any news about those witches?"

After their departure from Witch Valley, Nicole had reported the event to the local authorities, but the remote location had left her without any updates.

"The case is officially filed and under investigation," Ethel replied.

"The chief and those witches were malevolent, causing harm to many over the years. Despite their deaths, the investigation aims to bring all their followers to justice, ensuring that superstition and rumors do not proliferate."

“That's reassuring." Nicole sighed in relief. It was comforting to know that the innocent victims would not be forgotten.

After bidding farewell to Ethel, Nicole proceeded to Brett's residence for surveillance. She acquired a loaf and settled by the flowerbed, ready to eat while monitoring the property.

This time, she arrived equipped with pepper spray, a compact knife, and alertness-enhancing tablets. She was determined not to be taken by surprise and incapacitated as before.

Nicole observed the vicinity for nearly seventy-two hours. Even when nature called, she positioned a camera to monitor the entrance, reviewing the recordings upon her return to ensure no activity went unnoticed.

Curiously, Brett's family had not ventured out of their home for three whole days.

Nicole found this peculiar. Did they not require essential supplies?

Certainly, they must have needed to purchase groceries at some point.

On the third evening, Nicole finally witnessed Brett's daughter leaving the building.

Brett's daughter, Callie, was twenty years old. She had a youthful and innocent appearance, dressed in a black hooded coat, wrapping herself up tightly.

Exiting the staircase, Callie scanned her surroundings to ensure there were no suspicious individuals before heading to a nearby white car.

Nicole overheard the driver of the white car, asking, "Is your phone number ending in 3368?"

Callie nodded and replied, "It's me."

"Get in the car," the driver instructed.

It seemed Callie had called for a suspicious car. Nicole quickly started her own vehicle, which was hidden in the shadows.

Nicole's black car, with dimmed lights, blended seamlessly into the traffic.