Leah's POV
On my way to work, Darren remained silent.
It was a bit awkward, so I tried to break the ice.
"Did I say something that offended you last night when I was drunk?" I asked.
"Well, technically speaking, it's not offending," Darren took a glance at Troy, who was driving with a deadpan face, and smirked. "It's kind of flattering."
"I'm sorry, but I'm sitting right here." Troy protested. "Please don't let me hear anything that I'm not supposed to hear. I will have to report everything to Jalin, or else he will shout at me again."
"Did you and Jalin find the poor man's abducted wife yesterday?" I asked.
"Yeah," Troy replied briefly.
"And?" I said.
"And nothing happened. We couldn't find the man who had abducted her. By the time we found that woman, the abductor had already left," Troy said.
I looked out of the window and said, "He killed that poor woman, didn't he?"
Troy looked nervous and said, "No, Leah. The woman's fine."