The Return Of Franklin Miles

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

When Casey Ford learnt that Franklin had escaped, she had no word to express her shock. Her security rushed into the small room where they had kept him.

"How did he escape?!" Casey shouted.

A grizzled man with a birthmark below his eye, shook his head. "Ma'am, we don't know, but it seems that he somehow figured out the code and managed to run away."

Casey was seething with rage. "How is this even possible?! You're supposed to guard this place and yet, one man has managed to outsmart you all!"

Another guard man spoke up. "We underestimated him. But he is way smarter than we gave him credit for."

"Smarter than you gave him credit for?! That's an understatement! He's been one step ahead of you this entire time! And now, he's gone and none of you could notice it or even stop him!" Casey's anger boiled over.

"We don't know how he did it.”

Casey's face turned red with anger. "And you call yourselves guards." She paced around the room, her heels clicking on the floor.

The security guards tri