Can We Start Over?

Montreal, Quebec, Canada.

Liam Yang drove a rental car through the city streets of Montreal. He followed the instructions on a GPS device until he arrived at a quaint suburb area.

Heavily influenced by French architecture, the two-story buildings stood in rows, made of stone and were decorated with climbing ivy and pretty flowers.

Liam had tracked a credit card charge made in Jade's name at a Montreal bank and he used his copy of her birth-certificate to find her father's address.

Because he was also her manager, he had a file of her personal documents,

"She can't escape me," he said out loud.

He parked the small white car and walked up the path, ringing a doorbell of a home marked, 'Anderson.'

An attractive woman in her thirties answered the door, dark honey tanned skin and long curly brown hair, she looked at Liam through tight eyes.

She spoke quickly in a French accent,

"Oh, qui es-tu?... Qu'est-ce que vous voulez?"