Chapter 218: Marcus Thompson
Why did it feel like they were fugitives hiding from the law? Ravi chuckled as he watched Arlen have breakfast in the car. They were around five minutes away from the bureau, around the central area. Arlen had parked the Audi well so he could have breakfast.
"You know, you would better enjoy it at your desk?"
"I just don’t want to share the food with anyone." Arlen murmured as he raised the dumpling to his lips. The skin was soft and thin and the meat with the soup was just delicious. He ate one dumpling in one bite and extended his chopsticks towards the next one with a grin.
Ravi’s lips twitched, even after his entire, ’you didn’t have to’, ’it must have been so stressful cooking with the ongoing case’, he still ate the food as if intoxicated.
Ravi smiled, to think that someday, he would receive so much joy from feeding someone.
"Did you put the equipment in yesterday? Did it go well?" Ravi asked when Arlen was about to extend his chopstick for another dumpling.
Arlen nodded, "I have got enough for an interrogation with the owner of the Club. After the preliminary meeting, we will meet the manager."
"Video surveillance."
"Extremely clear." Arlen said. This was not like the poor resolution surveillance tape that filled this city. The video feedback he had gotten was so clear, you could see the pores in some of the customer’s faces and the audio was so clear, he could even separate the voices if he so wished. The GhostEye was still online and his laptop was getting the live footage, the only pity was that Victor LaGrin had not been present in the club yesterday.
"Arlen." Ravi called him and Arlen turned to face him.
"Yes, love."