The woman before Ethan was hardly visible in the faint glow of the club's flickering light. It seemed too familiar, her silhouette.
Ethan pushed closer, his voice dangerously low, his grip tightening on his revolver. "Claire, I never thought I'd see you again."
The name made Lily, concealed outside with her earphones, feel her gut knot. Claire. He was acquainted with her.
Claire, the woman, cocked her head, a little smile on her lips. "Ethan, I could say the same thing." However, you should already be aware that ghosts never remain buried.
Ethan tightened his jaw. "What are you looking for?"
Claire's heels clicked on the dusty floor as she walked slowly closer. "You never hesitate to get right to the point. No chitchat?
Ethan snapped, "I don't have time for games." "Do you collaborate with Damien?"