Chapter 580

"Alright." Liam responded curtly.

He led Vivian toward the parking lot. "Let's drive. I'll take you home."

Vivian shook her head. "Let's walk. It's been a while since we strolled like this. The street is quiet and scenic."

Liam didn't object, falling into step beside her.

"Liam, are you still connected to the organization?" Vivian asked abruptly.

His steps faltered slightly. "Not really. I want out, just like you. This is my chance. Thank you for saving me, Shadow."

"If you're leaving the organization, certain things must stop."

No longer an agent, he'd be an ordinary civilian.

This was Canada—a nation of strict laws. Murder meant execution. Carrying firearms was illegal. Justice prevailed here.

Liam's expression remained neutral. "I've been recovering from my injuries. Haven't done anything."

"Where were you yesterday?"

"At home."

"You didn't go out?"

He shook his head. "No."

A cold glint flickered in his downcast eyes, hidden from Vivian's view.

"Can anyone vouch for that?"

Liam schooled his features, meeting her gaze. "Shadow, you're acting strange. At dinner, you mentioned someone died. Do you suspect me?"

He cut straight to the point.

Vivian held his stare. "So, was it you?"

"Of course not." His denial was firm. "I don't even know who you're talking about."

Shadow was as sharp as ever. But without evidence, she couldn't pin this on him.

He hadn't expected the body to be discovered so soon. By his calculations, it should've rotted beyond recognition first.

"You saw her at the bar last time."

"You really think I did it?" Liam countered.

Vivian stopped walking, her gaze piercing. "Did you?"

He met her eyes without flinching. "No. I didn't know her. No motive, no reason to kill her."

That was precisely what puzzled Vivian.

Liam fit the profile for this killing method. Yet he and Sophia Sherwood were strangers.

Something felt overlooked.

Seizing her silence, Liam pressed on. "I never thought you'd doubt me, Shadow. Next time someone dies, will you automatically blame me?"

"That's not what I meant." Vivian apologized. "If I came across harshly, I'm sorry."

"No need." His tone softened. "I know you're worried about me."

Her expression turned grave. "Canadian law is stringent. Even the Director avoids operations here."

That was why she'd found safety in this country.

Not even Dominic Atlante, a notorious crime lord, dared act recklessly on Canadian soil. She feared Liam might court disaster.