In Mo Li’s mind, Dorothy was acquainted with Charles, the old drunkard. An acquaintance of someone he trusted was someone he could trust as well. Thus, subconsciously, he had placed her among those who required no vigilance and never kept his guard up around her.
Had something slipped through the cracks after all? But why? Nothing she had said sounded feigned. More importantly, she knew the old drunkard and had absolutely no motive to betray him.
But who could say? The breadth of knowledge she displayed was wildly out of keeping with her apparent mental age. That alone was...
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