Faye Vaughn didn't get a reply from Liam Linden. She guessed he might be struggling with some insecurity.
She took the initiative and sent another message: [If you don't answer, I'll take that as a yes.]
Liam Linden glanced at her message, then slowly lifted his head to look out the bus window.
The scenery in the outskirts was desolate and remote.
Just like his life—silent and barren.
But occasionally, a stone would be tossed into the stagnant pool of his life.
Faye Vaughn was one.
Rhonda was another.
Rhonda's sister was one, too.
Liam Linden lowered his head, opened his WeChat contacts, and found the account for Rhonda's sister.
He politely sent a message: [Hello, this is Liam Linden. I made the surveillance tracker for you last time. Do you remember me?]
A notification popped up on Faye Vaughn's alternate account.
She looked at it and found it a little funny.
Liam Linden wasn't replying to her main account, but he was messaging "Rhonda's sister."
