Chapter 15: A chronic gambler
"I understand."
Ravi clenched his hands on the steering wheels. He was wrong. He should not have said it like that. He should have phrased that better. That was stupid of him, he should have learned from his time as a Sentinel, learned from his time with Hunter that there was nothing to gain from making a superior dislike you. So why had he been so brutally honest?
He bit his inner cheeks and his fingers clenched even tighter as he drove down the road.
I understand.
What exactly did that mean? Arlen had not said any word since then, it was as if a wall was placed between the two of them even though they were sitting next to each other.
Ravi loved the quiet but the silence in the car seemed to sizzle in the car. A sense of relief filled his body when he finally parked in front of the apartment complex. Mrs Karen did not live in the poshest part of the town but Linoms Avenue was not bad.
It stood perfectly between the rich side of the city with its glazed-down roads and the poor sides filled with potholes and bumps. It was quiet but not too quiet, the kind of place anyone with a good salary would want to live and raise their children.
He got out of the car and leaned on the door, waiting for the next instructions. He half expected the Captain, Arlen to ask him to wait in the car but the other moved forward and looked back.
"What are you doing? Who is going to take their statements?"
Ravi froze but he reached into the car for the jotter and the recorder that was always at the side of the back seat and followed behind Arlen.
"Mrs Karen lives at No 40b. We would ask her more about her, just to get a feel of the situation." Arlen said, looking back at him.