The Imp liked to be silent as he read, not saying a single word. He flipped through the journal, circling a few things before turning the pages again. A few pictures came up, one of which belonged to the prostitute who had been impregnated and killed by some higher-up.
It was for this person that Larissa's father had been investigating the truth. There were other pictures belonging to several senators, which Larissa pointed out to Ning.
Then the man finally flipped the page to the image of the man that neither of them recognized. Slowly, the vision returned to how it had started the earlier time. Very soon now, those two would come in and kill him.
Larissa ended the vision before it got to that.
Ning looked at her pale face and trembling hands.
"You must be very tired. Let's stop for now."
"Yes."
She appeared almost ashamed to admit it, but Ning saw no weakness in her decision.
