Unbeknownst to Him (3)

Although I was suspected of being a member of a gang, my actual job was nothing more than managing an ordinary grocery store.

That fact wouldn't change, no matter what anyone said.

Therefore.

Before heading to the black market, I had contacted the grocery store's real owner─Christine, whose actual occupation I knew even less about than my own.

“…Hello.”

[Identity and purpose.]

“It's me again. Abel Anderson. The terminal I bought last time got smashed for some reason.”

[……. ]

I could hear the exasperation in Christine's tone through the terminal at my incomprehensible excuse.

Then again, how could a terminal break after only a few days...