The house where Lauren Jones stayed, although it was next door, was still about twenty meters away.
The dirt road in the village was difficult to walk on, full of potholes. Hudson Chester held a flashlight in one hand and Aria Jackson's hand in the other, walking side by side into the courtyard made of yellow earth.
Upon entering was the main room, where a small lamp was lit inside a tent, its dim light glowing through the fabric like a luminescent hemisphere.
It was a two-person tent, big enough for both of them to sleep in. Just thinking about lying in there with Hudson made Aria feel nervous.
In the past, for the sake of catching criminals, she had spent nights alone with male subordinates, but this time it felt different.
The familiar anxiety surged up again. She broke away from Hudson's hand, "I... I'm not really sleepy yet. You sleep first; I'll go for a walk outside."
As Aria turned to leave, Hudson called out to her, "Aria."
He handed her a piece of gum.
Aria: "..."
