"No need. I've already contacted someone."
Luis gave a sly chuckle. He pinched her cute, upturned little nose as if teasing a child and said with a smile, "And here everyone praises you for being such a smart and level-headed woman. When it's your own situation, you become blinded, huh?"
"I just forgot."
Blanche stuck out her tongue sheepishly, a gesture that appeared quite playful.
Just as they were talking, a call came through. Gasle's steady voice came from the other end—the same captain and deputy station chief who had been in charge of mediating the Daniel domestic violence incident last time.
"I see your car. Drive forward a bit more, so you won't be spotted and remembered later."
Following his instructions, Luis drove the car forward and parked it at the intersection.
