Hobson Gordon. According to the intel she got from Darren, that was the name of one of the sought-after kidnappers in the criminal database!

Yet, the police hadn't discerned the connection between Hobson and Zeke. Had they made that link, Zeke wouldn't have slipped through the net.

It was clear as day they were acquainted!

Still, even after Zeke's return, Hobson refrained from coming back.

Trevor retrieved the fallen fork, setting it aside and handed a fresh one to Sabrina.

Regaining her composure, Sabrina expressed, "I appreciate it."

She offered a smile, serving Trevor a slice of meat, and remarked,

“Hobson? From Mathias, you say? I haven't heard of him."

"No. He's not from around here. I believe he's in Mallowsnow."

Mallowsnow, the former capital of Manmar, stood as the Largest city in the region with a bustling population and thriving economy.

“I see." Sabrina's pulse quickened, though she smoothly steered the conversation elsewhere. “I had plans to travel to Manmar with Bettie.

But we eventually settled on Norwen."

Seemingly, Hobson was Living the good life overseas, beyond the reach of local Law enforcement.

She pondered on the idea of tracking him down in Mallowsnow and having him detained for an interrogation.

Yet, even if it was a viable plan, executing it might be quite challenging.

“If you went to Mallowsnow instead, we wouldn't get to know each other," Trevor teased with a grin.

"But if Hobson's in Mallowsnow, how are Decker and your father acquainted with him?" Sabrina focused solely on Hobson, brushing aside Trevor's affectionate remarks.

Trevor, slightly puzzled, admitted, "I'm not sure. Maybe I could ask my father.”

Sabrina was momentarily torn.

If Trevor were to seek answers from Zeke, it might be perilous, potentially alerting Zeke.