Dirk Carter had just left Kent Hamilton's house.
Kent Hamilton's wife, Holly Quill, came over immediately.
She picked up the bottle and examined it carefully.
"Old Kent, why do I feel like this bottle looks like an antique?"
Holly Quill asked.
Kent Hamilton got anxious at once.
He snatched it away.
He wiped it carefully with a towel, respectfully placed it on the table, and said: "An antique? Do you think he would possibly gift me an antique? If he did and I turned it over to the disciplinary committee, wouldn't that be the end for him? This thing, its price isn't high, but he said it's been blessed by a master and receives incense offerings, so I believe it. Surely, a vice mayor can't think of getting me to do something for him with just a worthless porcelain bottle?"
Holly Quill heard this analysis.
And she thought it made a lot of sense too.
On Dirk Carter's side, he had just appeared on the road.
A car drove over and stopped in front of him.
