Vincent climbed into the passenger seat without another word. The drive was long and quiet. When the car finally stopped, the surroundings had changed completely. The streets were narrower, darker, and carried an air that made people instinctively lower their voices.
This was the edge of the black market.
Vincent got out first, his expression turning solemn. "Whatever you do inside, don't drag me into it. I'll just say you came with me to buy things elsewhere and didn't find anything suitable, so we stopped by to look around."
Ryan nodded. "Understood, Mr. Vincent."
Only then did Vincent relax slightly and walk ahead. Ryan squeezed Mary's hand gently, silently telling her not to worry, and followed.
Last time, Mary had rushed through this place without looking carefully. Now, with time to observe, she noticed details she'd missed before. There were people dressed plainly, others clearly from different regions, and even a foreigner standing by one stall, speaking broken English.
