"Alright, agent, you've confirmed Sabina's safety!"
While Luo An was carefully examining the small balcony outside the second floor of the villa, contemplating how to climb up, Frederick shouted loudly from the bedroom:
"Now, I make my demand! I want my dog! Do you understand? I want you to bring it here now, immediately! I want to go to hell with it!
Otherwise, I'll kill Sabina and go to hell with her, got it?"
"???"
Hearing Frederick's demand, Luo An's head was filled with question marks.
He really didn't understand the thought process of a serial killer, but it wasn't convenient to ask why at the moment, so Luo An shouted:
"Okay Frederick, no problem! But you need to tell me where your dog is right now. I'll contact my colleague and have them bring it to you immediately, OK?"
"My dog is at home, in the New York Queens District."
Mentioning his dog, Frederick became inexplicably agitated again:
