Chapter 27: The Hero Association
It was just too tiring.
"That would be one dollar, fifty cents, officer."
Ravi paid cash and collected the cup of boba with his right hand. It was so chilled and sweet, he took a long sip. Today was truly tiring. The old woman rambled on and on, Ravi would bring her back to the day of the incident and somehow, she would delve away but in the end, he had managed to get it on record that she has no memory of what happened after she left the club.
No matter how roundabout Ravi asked her, the woman only recalled leaving the club and reaching home, about 40 minutes of her life was completely missing. If Hunter was here, he might suggest techniques to rouse her memory, but Ravi did not pay enough attention in those Sentinel aid classes to remember all those techniques.
Slurp! Slurp!
Ravi drained everything in the cup before crushing it and throwing it into the recycle bin. He entered the car and held the steering wheel for a minute. Why was he feeling disappointed, why did the disappointment come from? He sighed loudly in the car. Ravi rubbed his chest and zoomed off.
Ten minutes later, he stopped in front of the Bureau.
"Captain. Mrs Karen has no memory of when she left the club till when she got home." Ravi announced as he entered the bureau.
"That is because she was drunk. Memory loss is one of the side effects of alcohol, is it not?" A voice interjected harshly, causing Ravi to pause and stare.
The woman had almond-shaped piercing yellow eyes that gleamed like gold coins, she was tall and muscular with her black hair cut in a sharp lob, just above her shoulders. Next to her was a shorter male with red hair cut short in a pixie cut, brushing over his face, and deep dark eyes that were outlined with thick eyeliner. He wore a loose flowing black capris, with a cropped red slitted shirt that showed off the tattoos on his spine.
But unlike the woman who was glaring at Arlen, the young man seemed to have zero interest in what was going on and was looking around the posters in the Bureau.