Mike was relieved. Avery could also breathe a sigh of relief.

Avery ran upstairs. The bodyguard held onto her, helping her into the room in which the search rescue dog was at.

"It should be this storage room."

Avery entered the room. The police pointed at a foldable mattress the dog had sniffed out.

"Mr. Foster has most likely been on this bed. There is his scent on it," the police officer said.

Avery's eyes reddened. She unfolded the mattress and took a sniff.

Mike cleared his throat. "Avery, since the dog has already sniffed it out, you can stop sniffing. We can take this mattress away. This is evidence!"

Avery choked up and said, "I'll go look for Angela right now to demand an explanation!"

"Avery, I don't have Angela's number. Why don't you call her? But she said yesterday that she will no longer see you. I'm afraid that she might not answer your call," Mike said. "Why don't I send someone to Dean's house to see if Angela is there or not?"

"I'll call her first!" Avery took