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if you like,” Terry said.
    “Thanks.”
    Terry watched him as he looked around her room. He was standing by the door, only a foot or two in. “So,” she said. It was starting to get dark, and she’d have to think about dinner soon. She was about to bring it up when Liam spoke.
    “I’ve got some things to do tomorrow, so I’ll be setting out early.”
    “Oh, yeah?” Terry felt a bit disappointed, but she supposed she didn’t really expect that the two were going to holiday together.
    “Yeah. So, it’s been nice meeting you.”
    “Yeah,” Terry replied, nodding. She swallowed. This was it?
    Liam looked at her for a moment more, and then he turned to leave.
    “Wait,” she said. She didn’t want to let him go just like this. She didn’t really see a reason why they should just stop seeing each other. At the very least, she decided she would try and push for them to eat dinner together.
    “What about food?” she asked. God, that was clumsy, but he didn’t seem to notice.
    “I’m not really hungry. I think I’m going to crash.”
    “Oh, yeah, me too.”
    He looked at her, as though he wanted to say something. She was desperately hoping that he would, but he didn’t. He turned and left, closing the door behind him.
    Terry flopped onto her bed, rubbing her forehead. She had no idea what had just happened, but she did know that she wasn’t thrilled about it.
    Despite being hungry, she fell asleep, only to wake with a dry mouth and a groan at nearly two in the morning. Her first night in Hanoi was now over. She showered off the day’s stickiness, brushed her teeth, dried her hair, and was asleep again by half past three. Her last thought before drifting into a dream was whether or not Liam was asleep.
    Banal and boring, for some reason it mattered.
     
     

 

    T he city was ringing. All around her were mopeds struggling to negotiate the narrow weaving roads of Hanoi. A few cars, like islands devoid of heads without helmets, were scattered in amongst the throng, occasionally beeping their horns, but being ignored. The sun was beating down, and the air was close, and already, just minutes after leaving her air-conditioned room in the guest house, Terry was sweating. She might have found it annoying if she wasn’t preoccupied with something else.
    She shook her head, gazing out at the struggling mass of flesh and metal creeping by on the road. The average speed must have been only twenty, and the people never seemed to stop coming. It might have been amazing to her, or even odd, if she was paying much attention at all.
    But the only thing she could think about was Liam. What was it about him that made him so strange? Why was he was actively trying to thwart any attempt she had made to get to know him? Why did he seem like a ball of dark energy just waiting to explode, or like a coiled spring just waiting to be sprung? Not only was his body whipcord lean, but it had a tenseness to it, and seemed as though it might crack or burst at any moment. She was certain he hadn’t been completely honest about what he had told her. Of what little he had told her. He had been so deliberately vague, so guarded about himself. She couldn’t stop her mind from racing through the possibilities of why he would even have to be opaque, of what dark secrets he could possibly be harboring.
    Surely he wasn’t a criminal! He didn’t seem the type. But Terry reflected, and realized that maybe she was ill-equipped to make that determination. After all, she had no idea what the criminal type actually was. Her brothers Jason and Jeffery were criminals, she supposed. She knew that they dealt marijuana and sometimes ecstasy out of the taxi that Jason drove. And that was about as deep into the underworld that Terry had ever been. Her idea of what a criminal might look like was someone with too many tattoos, a mean-looking disposition, and maybe a leather jacket. It was a stereotype, she knew, but what were stereotypes if not