Back at the farmhouse, Liam Linden carried the bucket into the kitchen.
He took off his jacket, revealing a black sweatshirt underneath. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing lean forearms with a thin layer of muscle.
"I'll put this away for you," Faye Vaughn said, naturally taking his jacket from him.
Liam Linden murmured a "thank you" without giving her a second glance, then turned to kill the fish.
He was skilled and ruthless as he killed the fish, his face expressionless, as if he'd done it countless times before.
Faye Vaughn couldn't help but ask, "Did you use to work at a wet market?"
Liam Linden didn't look up. With the kitchen knife in hand, he said flatly, "I worked at a supermarket. Seafood department. Killing fish."
No wonder he was so practiced. With each cut, he drew blood and gore without even blinking.
Faye Vaughn asked again, "You weren't an adult back then, were you? How could a supermarket hire you?"
