After sending Melissa Lopez to her doorstep, I bid her farewell.
Watching her enter, I turned and returned to the community gate.
The stretch limo had already been dismissed by me.
"Thompson, come, take my car!" Dennis Walker drove over and called out enthusiastically.
I opened the car door, about to get in.
But just then, my heart moved, as if I sensed something, and my gaze casually glanced to the side.
A black sedan was parked at the street corner.
This was the city center, with lots of vehicles on the street. Such a car should have been unnoticeable, but my keen senses picked up something amiss.
I frowned slightly, quickly moving my gaze away, the entire process seemed very natural.
Then, I got into the car.
At this time, inside the black sedan, sat a gaunt, black-clad man, about forty, with a sharp, thin face.
His eyes were narrow and slightly squinted, like a hawk, fixed on the community gate, at the youth standing beside the car.
"Bingo, it's you!"
