"You do have a pretty daughter right?" Tom asked Mr Wen who stopped walking.
"Where is she?"
As expected, Mr Wen's body froze. He turned to look at Tom in surprise and stammered
"How... did you know about my daughter?" He asked in a voice filled with fear.
Tom simply shrugged his shoulders. He had taken the pain to search for a man he only met once inside a roadside restaurant so how wouldn't he know about the man's family.
"You should sit. We have a lot to talk about." Tom said and saw the man swallow hard as he contemplated going to sit or not.
"Who... are you?" The man asked again in a frightened voice. He was already scared of the police as it was and didn't want them to come for him.
As if Tom could read his thoughts, he said...
"The police station is not very far from here. Just one phone call and you'll see them at your door. Are you sure you don't want to talk?" Tom asked in a gentle voice.
