Yannik River wasn't a bay. Previously it hosted a river bend, but now the river rarely flows, resembling a mere stream, situated over thirty kilometers from the downtown area; it was a small town. Although slightly remote, it wasn't too desolate.
James Brown's warehouse was some distance from the town, requiring a twenty-minute walk. Exiting the town led to a narrow country lane toward the warehouse, which appeared even darker.
There was no sound on the road, not even a streetlight, but tonight the moon was full, just past the fifteenth of the lunar month, making it the seventeenth, so the moonlight was still strong enough to roughly illuminate the path.
Thinking back to when he met Sunny Nguyen in the bar, it was on the fifteenth, a day usually reserved for family reunions. Yet, Sunny had just divorced her husband, no wonder she had drunk so heavily.
