Bailonz Street 13

Chapter 184. London’s Detective (1)

Soon enough, I learned why I couldn’t find Liam Moore. Why the magicians knew nothing of a person called ‘Liam Moore.’ He had been using a different name.

Moreover, as if determined to erase his existence, Liam had tracked down every record containing the name ‘Liam Moore’ and reduced them to ashes. That’s why I couldn’t find ‘Liam Moore’ even in what few documents remained.

“It would have been easier if you’d found Cassfire. Lawrence’s great-granddaughter is at the company too.”

“Damn, why didn’t I think of that?”

“It happens. You’re the type who won’t notice someone calling you when you’re focused on one thing.”

I was dumbfounded that I’d missed other hints Liam had left while solely chasing traces of Liam Moore and 13 Bailonz Street. I rubbed my forehead. My head’s throbbing.

“So what’s your name anyway? It can’t be Jonathan.”

Liam’s smile deepened. I’m not sure how to take that somehow sleazy smile. I frowned slightly and moved away from him. Liam whispered.