“Well… I didn’t?” The manager’s face flushed.

He stammered anxiously, “I’m sorry, Mr.

Fredrick.

I… I forgot to mention it earlier.”

He had been very nervous earlier, so it was natural for him to forget to mention that.

Holden stayed silent, and the manager, head bowed, remained behind Shawn.

Shawn, following Holden’s gaze, saw the middle-aged man.

“Mr.

Fredrick, are you suspicious of something?” Shawn asked with a hint of curiosity.

Holden’s eyes stayed locked on the middle-aged man.

Despite the manager’s explanation that the man might be a tourist with unusual attire, Holden couldn’t shake the feeling that something about the man was off.

the middle-aged man pushed open the revolving

oddly out of place-much paler than the rest of his skin, with unnaturally

memory flashed back to

had met Moss in the metal house, Moss’ hands

Perhaps…

absurd thought

impulse, he strode quickly toward the middle-aged man and

the bridge of

the man by the collar, spinning him

an unsettling tension filled the air; Holden didn’t recognize the man

flickered in

the matter with you? Why are you grabbing my collar?” he

are you?” Holden shot back, his

as he pointed to his collar, a silent signal for Holden to release

deep breath, steadied

Who are you?”

stayed silent, his attention drifting the man’s

Holden’s gaze, his brow

to say something, Holden’s voice cut through the

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