Chapter 93: 086: Wyatt Wright gets drunk, allowing Rae to toy with him (Second update_1)

Wyatt Wright had already called for a car and was waiting for her outside the beauty salon.

The car didn't drive into the funeral home; it stopped across the street from the main entrance, a ten-minute walk away.

Oremont is a tourist city with bluer skies than Ardale, distant mountains towering into the clouds, and waterfalls cascading down.

There weren't many pedestrians on the sidewalk; Rae Bennett walked on the inside: "When did you get here?"

Wyatt Wright stepped on the greenery: "A little after seven."

Rae Bennett carefully observed his expression and tentatively asked, "Are you very familiar with that reporter?"

"We've worked together a few times; he writes, and I do the photography."

Wyatt Wright didn't say much else.

He was there to shoot a promotional film for the Tourism Bureau, so it was normal for him to know about the reporter's death.

Rae Bennett did not probe further; she could tell that Wyatt Wright's mood was at rock bottom.