Forcibly propelled by Linton's vicious threat, the man stumbled forward.
He wanted to fight back, but Linton's grip was astonishingly strong, as if he was ready to execute him on the spot.
The sheer pressure from the man holding him was suffocating, an overwhelming aura of authority that stole the air from his lungs. The hooded man trembled, his teeth chattering. "Hey... hey, we can talk about this. I was just doing a job, for money..."
Linton sneered. He dragged the man around the corner of the street, vanishing from Liliana's line of sight.
From where she stood, Liliana thought she saw a fleeting, familiar silhouette in the bustling crowd. But it was gone in an instant, too fast for her to register. She blinked, shaking her head.
*Impossible,* she thought. *I must be imagining things. He wouldn't be here. I never even told him I had an appointment today.*
Her expression settled back into a calm mask, but a flicker of unease remained. She frowned slightly, that strange feeling in her gut returning.
After a moment's thought, she placed a hand on her lower back and slowly made her way over to Gabriel.
"Gabriel," she said softly. "How's it going? Is everything handled?"
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