Chapter 8: Nothing like the minute work is over
Once it was 4 p,m, Ravi was up and out of the car. Lisa laughed, her voice ringing like bells behind him, "Couldn't you wait a minute more, Ravi?"
Why? "Goodbye, Lisa." He said and she laughed.
They had been partners for two years and never had he worked past 4 pm, it did not matter whether they were chasing down a robber, once it was 4 pm., he would stop in his tracks, turn, and go home. Lisa was used to this so she just waved him off.
"Bring my strawberries on Monday or I would not let you go."
Ravi heard, maybe he should bring a small pack of strawberries but he clenched his fist, he had always had a problem with sharing. Maybe ten, eight, or perhaps six strawberries? Surely he had managed that.
He crossed the road and headed down through the backstreet, arriving at the Paperline Industry Residential area. Tall buildings of more than fifteen stories lined the road. Maybe, a long time ago, this place was the cream of the crop[ of Davenport but after the Nest in Harlan, the Ciceroni Paperline industry shut down and the maintenance of the Residential Area was left to the dogs.
These four buildings were still manageable, at least the small hint of blue paint remained on their outer layer, and further down the road it got worse.
Reconstructing, Revitalizing, every new Mayor probably had something to say about the Paperline Area but nothing was really done. Hundreds of people lived in those flats and they were not prepared to move.
Ravi walked down quietly, attracting attention as he did but none of them approached him. Residents of these kinds of places always keep to themselves. The road grew more quiet as he traveled and soon, Ravi stopped at an abandoned building.