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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