Chapter 189

Narrator

The dinner was delicious. Zoe quietly sipped on her mushroom soup, but Xavier looked everywhere for clues.

He had seen many shady people in his life and this old man was very shady. A lot of things he said did not match what Xavier was seeing around the cabin. The place was too well-kept for an old man's cabin in the woods.

"So, your son's a mechanic?" Xavier started with small talk.

"Yes." The old man gave a short answer and focused on the toasted cheesy garlic bread on his plate.

"Why settle in the woods where rarely any car passes? Why not get a job at some workshop in the town?" Xavier pushed casually.

"The road busier than you imagine. This is our family cabin. My grandfather built it. My ancestors were gatherers. Woods worked in our favor for generations. It was only honorable to stay." The old man did not meet Xavier's eyes while answering and Xavier found that odd. Usually, liars don't look in the eyes while talking.

Xavier let Spike sniff out any suspicious scent