Pondering for a moment, Luke said, "I'm a police officer. I know that the FBI is chasing you because of your X-gene. You're just a victim who did nothing wrong. You're innocent. I don't want to sacrifice an innocent person for my promotion. It's a matter of principle."
Carol fell silent again and felt like crying.
The last few days had been hellish for her.
She had been shot by a burglar in her own apartment and had woken up in a morgue. Terrified, she ran away.
Insuppressible fury had prompted her to get back at the Mexican gangsters, but she had nearly been caught by the FBI agents who had accidentally gotten involved in the fight.
In the end, Luke had let her go, and had even offered her a way to survive.
Luke was a young office who could only earn fifty to sixty thousand dollars annually. Considering his own expenses, eight thousand bucks was already a lot.
