Faye Vaughn was left alone in the pavilion.
From a distance, she watched Vincent Hawthorne's car start up and tear off into the distance.
'He really doesn't care if she lives or dies.'
Faye Vaughn's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile.
A voice came from the loudspeaker in the pavilion again—
"Leave the pavilion and walk five hundred meters east."
Liam Linden still showed no intention of appearing. He was remarkably composed.
Faye Vaughn called back, "Alright."
She gently patted herself down.
Vincent Hawthorne had said he'd planted a mini bomb on her, but she couldn't feel a thing.
'When did he do it?'
'Where did he put the bomb?'
As Faye Vaughn started to open her backpack to check, the mechanical voice suddenly grew frantic, snapping, "Don't move!"
Faye Vaughn's hand froze.
The voice shouted again, "You don't understand how these devices work! What if you touch something and set it off? Just follow my instructions and come over here. I'll handle it! Trust me!"
