He smiled faintly. "Why not? You've done a lot for me. Can't I do at least this much in return?"
Her lips curved into a genuine smile this time. "Good. Then it's settled."
She stood up smoothly, straightening her suit. "I'll go back to work. There's still a pile of reports waiting to be abused."
Lin Fang nodded. "Go."
As the door closed behind her, the smile on his face lingered for exactly one second.
Then it vanished.
"F*ck," he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "Dammit… I forgot about the New Year...."
He leaned back into the couch, staring at the ceiling.
"Less than twelve days until New Year," he whispered. "And the city hall attack happens on the thirty-first."
His chest tightened.
If he warned someone, they'd ask for his source. What was he supposed to say? That he remembered it from a future that hadn't happened yet? That he had lived through it once already?
Bullshit. Absolute bullshit.
