Luna paused for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. Send me an email with the audio recordings, and I'll listen to them right now."
She then hung up the phone. As she did this, Luna glanced out the window and realized that the sun had already set.
She and Gwen had been sitting there for more than five hours.
"Did they find out anything through the recording device?" Gwen asked, frowning.
Luna nodded. "When did you even place it on Steven, anyway?"
Gwen sniffed, picked up a tissue from the table, and wiped her tear-stained face. "I planted it there when I was hugging him."
Even though Gwen had temporarily lost all her rationality that moment, she still remembered her task, so she slipped the recording device into Steven's back pocket while embracing him.
Even though she was unsure of Steven's habits, she still remembered that Luke never used to check his back pockets. Therefore, she gambled her chances and assumed that Steven was the same.
It seemed that she had guessed correctly.
"I've asked Nigel and Neil to send the audio clips over." Luna stood up. "Do you want to listen to them together?"
Gwen nodded. She wanted to stand up as well, but because she had remained seated for too long, her legs had fallen asleep, and she could not even move.
"Look at you." Luna sighed and reached out to help Gwen up, and the two of them shuffled into Luna's bedroom.
When they entered the door, however, they both froze in surprise when they caught sight of the restrained woman on the bed.
Luna and Gwen exchanged a glance, then smiled wryly in unison.
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