Chapter 60: Fade In (1)
Standing in front of the closed door, I stared at it in bewilderment. It showed no sign of reopening, and I couldn’t just stand there forever.
“Sigh…”
I turned around, still dazed. As I left the garden and turned my head, I saw Herschel Hopkins watching me through a window.
Even from a distance, I could tell one thing for sure: Herschel Hopkins looked scared. I felt an overwhelming urge to rush in and ask, “Is someone threatening you?”
Like godfather, like godson. The thought hit me again. What’s the harm in asking for a little help? Why does he keep so many secrets from me?
But soon, the curtains were drawn, leaving the house looking as eerie as an abandoned place. I didn’t linger any longer.
I pulled my hat down low. All that was left in my hand was a piece of paper with a neatly written name and address.
[Owen Cassfire, 37 Blemich Street.]
Strange behaviour aside, I hoped the information he gave me was reliable. I couldn’t understand Herschel, but I tried to be understanding, assuming he had his reasons.