In the evening, Khalil Wright set up his stall and returned after buying groceries.
The summer sky was very blue, the west adorned with red, fiery clouds, as if a passionate fire had been ignited at sea.
Khalil took out his phone, snapped a photo of the sky, and sent it to Miss Watson.
[Wife, are you still playing cards?]
[I've arrived home, about to start cooking]
[Tonight I'll make your favorite ribs]
Just after sending the message, Khalil spotted a familiar Jeep, its license plate also well-known to him; he focused his gaze and recognized the driver as well.
Khalil, pushing his tricycle, approached: "Jayden Price."
This was the second time Khalil had encountered Jayden Price beneath the residential area.
Jayden rolled down the window: "What a coincidence."
The chill of the car's air conditioning hit his face, and Khalil instinctively leaned in closer: "Not very coincidental, this is right below our building."
Just like last time, Ralph Myers was also in the car.
