After this mess, the previous feeling of loss was gone, but a sense of exasperation and deeper exhaustion grew. Turning off the lights and planning to rest, the phone rang again. "Come out and play, Ms. Miller!" The man's voice was already tainted with drunkenness, and the chaotic sound of loud music was giving Marisa Darcya headache. "John Wilson, it's too late......" "What did you say? I can't hear you here, come quickly, friends are waiting for you!" The man yelled a few times before hanging up the phone. Immediately after, the phone received his location information from him. The last time she had a drink with this John Wilson,...