Bab 518: 518: Chance Encounter in Los Angeles (4)

The Black child didn't speak, only staring at her with a pair of large, white eyes.

Even though he didn't answer, Tara Summer already guessed that life must have forced him into a corner, leaving him no choice but to steal.

"You don't have any money, do you?" She patiently squatted down to be at the child's eye level.

Seeing this, the middle-aged male officer released the child's arm and stood to one side, watching them.

The boy looked at Tara Summer, giving a slight nod. His gaze fell and fixated on the purse in her hand, his eyes filled with longing.

"Where do you live?" Tara Summer followed his gaze to her bag and smiled slightly.

The boy remained silent. His eyes looked even more white against his dark skin. Tara Summer reached out to touch his hand, but suddenly the boy turned and ran.