Chapter 144: Taxi
"I guess cab is better than walking," Rhea muttered, her arms crossed, her amber eyes glaring out the taxi window.
"Why can’t you rent a second-hand car, Kael? Or, atleast a third-hand car. That’s got to be cheaper," Freya added, her voice low, her blue eyes flicking to the back of Kael’s head.
Both Freya and Rhea sat in the back seat of the hired taxi, the old leather creaking as they shifted, headed toward the house where the Haunter Twins, Lila and Tila, were supposedly living.
Freya wore her usual cyan t-shirt and navy pants, her platinum-cyan hair pulled into a loose ponytail. Rhea, in a white tank top and black pants, slouched with a scowl, her crimson hair spilling over her shoulders.
Their necklaces, which they still wore glinted faintly over their clothes.
Kael, up front in a shirt and jeans, checked the GPS on his phone, the driver’s radio humming softly in the background.
He turned slightly to answer their doubts, his hazel eyes meeting their glares.
"Like I keep saying, a car’s a waste of money. This ride’s forty bucks. If we take a cab every other day, that’s still less than seven grand a year. No insurance, no maintenance, no repairs. With you two, insurance would be through the roof. And where do we park during a mission? I’d be stressing about the car getting trashed in collateral damage. Plus, if we’re injured, who’s driving us back?"
The driver, an older man with a gray beard, chuckled dryly, his eyes on the road. "Think I made a mistake being a cab driver," he said, half-joking, half-depressed by Kael’s logic.
Rhea smirked, leaning forward. "Harris’s car looks spotless. Bet he doesn’t worry about this crap."
Kael shot her a look, his grin sharp. "Harris is a different breed. And you are lucky I am not half as strict as him. Else, you’d be sitting there with a finger on your lips, quiet as a mouse."