JunandReyahadagreedtomeet,atthesameroadsideChineserestaurantwhereJunhadfoundherlasttime.
RedLantern.
Hewasn''tsureifthiswastherightthingtodo—contactingReyabehindLucian''sback.Buthecouldn''tbringhimselftoshowLucianthatphotoofLinisan.
Theevidencewassittingrightthereinthearchiveroom.WithhowmeticulousLucianwas,therewasnowayhehadn''tseenit.Andyet,hehadleftitthere,untouched.
HadLucianreallynotnoticedthatonthedayoftheamusementparkmanager''shousecaughtfire,Reyahadbeenwearingthesame—orrather,whatseemedtobethesame—old-fashionedfloral-printdressastheoneinLinisan''sphoto?
Orwashejustimaginingthings,chasingcoincidencesthatweren''treallythere?
Buthedidn''tbelieveincoincidences—notwhentheykeptcirclingbacktothesameperson,againandagain.
JustlikewhenhecalledReyatoarrangethismeeting.Ofallplaces,shechosethisrestaurant.Theverysameonewherehehadseenhereatingnoodlesonthedayofthefire.
Wasthereareasonshewantedtomeethere?
Coulditbethatshealreadyknewhewasbeginningtosuspecther?
No.Thatwasn''tright.Thinkingthatwaymeanthehadalreadyassumedshewasinvolved—inthiscase,ormaybeeveninothercases.Hismentorhadtaughthimnevertodrawconclusionsbeforethechainofevidencewascomplete.
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