Joahna Moriarty stood amidst the dimly lit stalls and shadowy corners of the black market, a hub of clandestine transactions. She had ventured here following a lead uncovered during her investigation of the warehouse case, hoping to uncover more about Liam Ashford's mysterious disappearance and probable murder.
Navigating through the maze of makeshift stalls and wary glances, Joahna approached a hooded man who seemed engrossed in examining an array of trinkets and contraband items laid out on a rickety wooden table.
"Excuse me," Joahna began, her voice low yet firm as she flashed her badge discreetly. "I need information about a client who frequented here—Liam Ashford."
The man paused, his gaze shifting from the items on the table to Joahna. A moment of silent appraisal passed before he shook his head slightly. "I don't know any Liam Ashford," he replied cautiously, his voice barely above a whisper.
