Avery Jane didn't go far; he was too anxious just now, almost tricked by that old woman. She paid the rent yesterday and then left, so what do these things mean?
Perhaps she's nearby, maybe she's hiding. Did she somehow foresee that he would come looking for her?
Regardless, that strong feeling of excitement made his heart race wildly. She must be nearby; this feeling didn't come from nowhere.
When he arrived here, he sensed that familiar, unique faint fragrance that only she possessed, pulsating in the low air pressure with a frequency that belonged only to her. His heart contracted violently; her scent and breath hadn't gone far, the instinct of a hunter coursing through his blood.
Very well, she knows how to play games with him, so he will accompany her and play along.
From the opposite guesthouse, Avery Jane hid behind the curtain. From the moment he walked onto this street, she saw him......
