In less than half a day, Jude Sheffield keenly sensed movement in their surroundings.
"Sister, there are at least three different groups secretly watching us," he reported in a low voice.
"Mm, no rush. We'll keep waiting. The fish have caught the scent; they'll bite the hook eventually." Josie Quinn sat perfectly composed on a hastily brought-over chair, even closing her eyes to rest.
Seeing this, the other team members could only suppress their impatience. Some sat, others stood, appearing relaxed but remaining inwardly tense and alert to their surroundings.
Time ticked by, minute by minute. Afternoon faded into dusk, and dusk gave way to the dead of night.
More and more prying eyes emerged from the surroundings.
In the darkness, it was as if countless hungry eyes were fixated on the table of steamed buns, and on Josie Quinn and her group standing guard beside it.
An invisible, ever-mounting tension and desire hung in the air.
