Michael Quinn: "..."
Alright, might makes right. He couldn't beat her, so he had no right to resist.
*
Once they left the shop, Nora Scott wrapped herself tightly in the army coat again, and neatly wound the scarf around her neck.
They hadn't walked far.
Nora suddenly stopped, looked up at the closed shop beside her, and said, "This is Easton's shop."
Pedro Langley looked up at the signboard.
Two simple and crude words: Lock Shop.
"Lock Shop?" Pedro was taken aback.
"Yes, I learned my lock-picking skills from Easton."
Pedro squinted his eyes, suspiciously asking, "Was he always a locksmith?"
"Hmm?"
Nora paused, recalled the matter of the drawings, and suddenly realized.
"No, this shop opened when I was one or two years old," Nora said. "I heard from the elders, he used to be a..."
Nora's eyelid twitched, and she suddenly exchanged glances with Pedro, softly saying, "Architect."
Architect.
