It was strange… the words coming out of the man's mouth. He seemed to be a police officer, but Sandra didn't read that aura from his visage. This man was a civilian at best. Then, she looked down at his body whose shape was obscured by the long coat he wore. Could he be wearing that to hide his gun?
She then chuckled. "Fancy knowing an officer who says 'working with' rather than 'working for.' Do you want to have dinner over my place instead?"
"Uhm, no… I'm sorry. I came here for work. It's late night, but I was told to be here at this time." It was included in his partner's note. Probably because they would entertain non-tourists at night instead. Still, Levi couldn't believe he was still led to a place he was trying to avoid. Then again, he knew that Rowan was in that second-tier city; he couldn't be here in Fauxville.
