The two finally drove straight to the city center, stopped at a mall, and got in an elevator to the top floor.
On the roof, Georgia saw a group of several people with Wilson.
That was Wilson's bodyguard team. There was a thin, middle-aged man between them, bound to a chair, head low.
There was some distance between them and Georgia couldn't hear what they were saying.
Then she approached, and she heard the questions Wilson was posing to the bound man.
"You can suffer a bit less if you tell the truth now, Adolf. If you don't, I'll just have to give you a bit of rough treatment."
So that was Adolf. He looked weak.
He was middle-aged, but his face looked decrepit, and strangely tired.
And his gaze was on the floor, having never answered Wilson's question.
Georgia walked over and Wilson finally turned to look at her.
They headed to a quiet place, and Wilson spoke.
"I found that Adolf was experimenting in a secret base, but I can't make heads or tails of his data. It seems to have been encrypted. A small part of the code's been broken. Take a look, Miss Lane."
Wilson handed a touchpad over to Georgia, who opened the file and scrolled through the information.
A few pages later, Georgia looked in shock at Adolf in the distance.
The details were horrific.
Inside, they had documented the reactions of many live human beings to their experimentation, the data of what happened to their body after injecting the chemicals, and finally death from overdosage. Just a few pages later, Georgia saw the reports of several dozen deaths.
They'd been tested on in various ways when they were alive.
Georgia turned to Wilson.
"Where did you capture Adolf? How did you get this data?"
"I've kept my eye on him and tracked him every day. He stays most of the time in the formal Albertson Group labs. Then my people heard he'd gone to another place, too well-guarded for my men to infiltrate. I'm guessing it's a more secret base for their experiments, maybe that sort of live experimentation laboratory.
"I had someone set him up and intercept him on the way to that base today. He had a computer with him, and I isolated all the information on there. It's just that the encryption is a bit complicated. I'm having people decode it now. You're only seeing a small part of it right now."
"How long have you interrogated him? Is he not answering any questions? Did you ask about Robert, about the Wimbledons?"
"I tried every angle, but his mouth's clamped shut. Look at his wounds. That's what I've resorted to. I've even injected him with drugs designed to cause pain, but his body can resist that stuff. Seems like he's been experimented on as well. Drugs aren't too effective on him. I'm not so sick as to start cutting off limbs to force the matter. What now, Miss Lane?"
Georgia could feel how difficult it was to be a good person. If an unsavory character had wanted to get at the truth, they'd be using all sorts of measures to torture Adolf right now.
But she and Wilson weren't that sort of people.
Besides, they'd tried physical pain, but it wasn't effective.
Clearly, this person didn't care about bodily trauma. She turned to Wilson again.
"He doesn't care too much about physical pain, but even if he's a mad scientist, he has to have things he cares about. Have you found any soft spots on him?"
"I'm putting people on it, but the recent tracking shows that he comes and goes alone. We haven't found any family and friends on his side, and nobody we can threaten him with."
That had Georgia miserable.
"Any activity on the side of the Wimbledons or the Albertson Group?"
Wilson shook his head.
"My people are keeping watch, but there hasn't been any news."
This wasn't D City, their home court. There were all sorts of restrictions here, and investigation wasn't as easy as it was in D City.
But Robert's body couldn't drag on. Georgia walked back over to Adolf's side and snarled at him.
"You definitely know about Robert. Back then, in the lab Jayson Mathis invested in, you injected him with all sorts of drugs. Now he's taken, is that it? It was the Wimbledons, wasn't it?"
Adolf lowered his head and kept as dumb and silent as a piece of furniture.
Georgia slapped him furiously across the face.
"Other than Robert, you experimented on all those living people. So many of them died in your hands. Don't you feel a bit of pity or regret? Psychos like you will get what you deserve-"
Georgia cursed him in agony, while the man before her seemed like he was already dead. He didn't move, and his expressions didn't change.
Just thinking of how she couldn't find Robert, and how many people this man's secret experiments had killed, Georgia closed her eyes and hardened her heart.
"Teach him a lesson. He's still not suffering enough the way I see it. Maybe that's why he's not giving us anything."
Georgia turned and walked for away, crouching down and hugged her own body to herself.
She'd ended up like this after all, abusing her power to punch down.
But she had no intentions of playing nice with sick minds like this. She didn't want to consider a bit of the possibility that Robert would be hurt.
Distant thuds came from afar, with occasional pained grunts. But that man remained silent, as if his lips were sewn shut, giving no care to the pain of his body.
Ivan came up next to Georgia.
"The way I see it, even if we cripple him, he won't tell us what he knows. We'll have to find an opening with some other way."
"Wilson said that they're still decoding the encrypted data in his computer. We don't know how long that'll take. I feel like it has to do with the Wimbledon family. Should we go to them straight away and demand him back?"
"But we don't have a shred of evidence. We could end up offending a large family or falling into an enemy trap."
Georgia felt that if they were sure the Wimbledons had Robert, she didn't mind dragging them to hell with her.
But the pickle was in that she had no proof they did it.
If they just went after the Wimbledons for no reason right now, they might be doing exactly what the enemy wanted and giving themselves an extra opponent, making it harder to find Robert.
"I told Antonio about this and he's helping us investigate. We got a bit of inside news from him, though."
"What news?"
Georgia asked desperately.
"The Wimbledon heir is named Eric. Word is he's fainted and been admitted to hospital lately. In their family hospital, of course. Security is tough there and outsiders can't get in at all. We don't know what this Eric is sick with, but apparently his body's flawed to begin with and he rarely shows himself outside. But he also happens to be a business genius. Over these years, he's expanded the Simpson family business by several times over. Even with his body's issues, he's sat steadily at the seat of the heir for these years."
Eric, head of the Wimbledons, was fainted and in hospital, while Robert was missing. It all seemed connected.
"What about Vincent? Any news of him? And the address he gave of that so-called friend of his; have you found any news and anything strange?"