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." "Troy, I'm not stupid. Just tell me the trut
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