Chapter 477

Josh objected, "No, what if there's danger..." "Then I can't let you go alone," I interjected, "Besides, I want to see for myself who's behind all this mischief." Half an hour later, I followed my phone's GPS and arrived at a rundown area slated for demolition. Shortly after, Josh, dressed in black, emerged from a corner. He glanced at me and said, "You've lost weight again." Josh was a journalist and a native northerner. He had a tanned complexion from his constant travels. With his tall and sturdy frame, he consistently radiated a sense of reliability and steadfastness. Standing before him, I couldn't help but feel somewhat small and frail. I looked around and asked, "Where's Freddie?" Josh lifted his chin and chuckled, "There, hiding over there." Just as I was about to approach, Josh stopped me and said, "He's clearly waiting for someone. No rush. Let's wait behind the wall." Josh found me a spot by an old window. I had to admit that his journalistic instincts were impress