An Invitation

Mike’s POV

“What did he say?” I asked Justin as soon as his phone call with the man he said was Fhadz Ling ended.

“I am not sure. I think I got it wrong,” Justin answered absentmindedly. “He said he wasn’t Fhadz Ling. But even before that, the lady who first answered the phone sounded like she did not know whom I was referring to.”

I checked the images on the footage again.

“I don’t know what made you think it was the Fhadz that we used to know, but even by looking at these images, I think you really had mistaken him for someone,” I said while intently staring at the man wearing a thick pair of sunglasses with his hair almost covering his face deliberately as if hiding the entirety of it.

No matter how I try to compare the two with the man I knew from the past, this man in the image does not resemble Fhadz at all. I don’t understand why Justin thinks he is Fhadz Ling.

“How about the lady that took Mac away?” I asked Justin, simply dropping the matter that involved Fhadz Ling.

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