THE cream-colored house appeared quiet from outside. The gate had been left slightly ajar, leaving enough room for a person to enter. Parked on the deserted the street out front were two black and grey Honda MPVs, a black Daihatsu Terios, a grey Toyota Avansa and a black BMW with a National Police HQ sticker on the windshield.

A security guard chatting with three people on the porch hurriedly approached when they saw Tempo trying to slip in. “