Larry took another drag on his cigarette. "You'll understand soon." The people he sent to the border informed him that Hobson had fallen into the hands of others.

The truth about Sabrina's biological father couldn't remain concealed any longer!

Gazing upon the countenance that adorned Larry's visage, Sabrina found herself ensnared in the intricate web of uncertainty, unable to discern the veracity of his words.

If Larry's utterances held truth, Sabrina's mind meandered through a labyrinth of queries: What clandestine connection did he share with that enigmatic woman? Why couldn't he tell Lena?

Conversely, if Larry was lying, she pondered with furrowed brows, what concealed agenda might lie beneath this beguiling facade.

Her thirst for answers drove her to press further, yet before she could delve deeper into this enigma, the shrill resonance of her phone's chime, sudden and unexpected, pierced the air.

With a graceful flourish, Sabrina retrieved her mobile device from her pocket, revealing the caller's identity as Murray. Her heart somersaulted within her chest, a fluttering of anticipation. Gently, she gestured to Larry, her unspoken intention clear, and retreated to a more secluded space to entertain the call's beckoning.

“Have you succeeded in apprehending Hobson?” Her words, tinged with eagerness, flowed forth like a cascade. From the distant end of the connection, Murray's voice resonated, carrying an undertone of contrition.

“Regrettably, no. Hobson eluded our grasp. He was apprehended by someone else.”

Sabrina stood frozen, disbelief etching lines upon her features.

“Someone else?"

Could it be that an emissary dispatched by the puppeteer orchestrating this intricate plot had snatched Hobson from their clutches?

That being the case, the task of recapturing Hobson seemed as elusive as a wisp of smoke and Galilea's reluctance to testify cast yet another shadow upon their pursuit.

What could be done to avenge her father?

“When we embarked upon the chase, we encountered two distinct factions, each halting our advance," Murray divulged, his words carving a path through the fog of uncertainty. "Subsequent investigation revealed that these groups were not in collusion. One faction indeed sought to liberate Hobson, while the motives of the other faction remained shrouded in obscurity. It was the Latter group that ultimately wrested control and apprehended Hobson."

A sigh of relief flowed forth from Sabrina‘s lips. Hobson had not been rescued, granting them a slender thread of hope.

"Then I implore you, unearth the identities and intentions of this enigmatic faction as soon as you can. Rest assured, your efforts shall be met with generous remuneration," Sabrina asked, the urgency palpable in her voice.

Zeke's disappearance bore no significance in the grand scheme of things. In accordance with the intelligence relayed by Trevor, it became abundantly clear that Decker and Hobson shared a deeper connection. The crux of the matter rested upon Hobson's apprehension, which would inevitably lead to his testimony against Decker.

Her fervent desire rested solely on the swift capture of Hobson. With each passing moment of delay, the specter of Decker's escape Loomed ever larger.

“Understood,” came the assuring reply.