Chapter 7

The door swung open.

Standing in the doorway was a man in his thirties, rocking an expensive black coat, his hair perfectly styled.

His features bore a striking resemblance to Linda's, but his eyes were much sharper, like those of a wolf that had caught the scent of blood.

He paid no attention to David, who had opened the door; instead, his gaze went straight past the entryway and fixed intently on Richard's face.

"Are you Richard?" he asked, his voice cold as ice.

Richard's face went pale in an instant.

This man was Linda's son, Brian Lane.

I remembered…