Chapter 85: Not Human

Late at night, inside the bar.

Shadowy figures crowded the dance floor as neon lights flickered, filling the room with an extravagant atmosphere.

James Lincoln sat in his usual booth, giving a signal to the person beside him, "Be quick and don't get caught."

"Yes, Miss."

A crew cut man dressed as a waiter carried an expensive bottle of red wine and walked into an upstairs private room, his face calm and giving nothing away.

Amelia Sanchez's small head peered out from the glass behind the booth, her eyes fixed on the provocatively dressed James Lincoln, "It's her."

Albert Brown glanced up, "You came out this late at night just to look at a woman?"

"Hey, don't be so impatient; the big show is yet to come."

She dragged Albert through a hidden alleyway next to the bar into a small cabin. Elder Peterson inside waved his hand and called out, "Hello..."

Words were stuck before Amelia Sanchez gave him a fierce glare.