Chapter 7: In Which Much Is Hidden
Tatsumi found himself dreamily driving home with Hisoka as per usual. Except that dreamy was not a usual state for him. Regardless, the next few minutes would find them safely home.
Meanwhile, an ambulance staff, standing about on a desolate and decidedly empty stretch of road, badgered by a bewildered woman, was half-heartedly calling in distant hospitals and clinics in a farfetched inquiry as to whether a bad RTA – a road traffic accident victim – had been brought in.
They finally had to conclude that the boy had either expired and been brought away by the father, or that the woman had been hallucinating.
The woman knew better. And even in her hysteria, she had recognized the dangerous glint behind those academic glasses. If the boy had died…
But with no vehicle or body to mark, they were not in fact on the actual site, and never saw the dark patch of blood drying on the road half a mile away.
The unfortunate woman would be scanning the obituaries for many weeks hence…
Note: Heh heh. Sorry. Rather empty sort of chapter, isn't it? But will follow up soon. Unless life gets in the way again... As for my chronic brevity, I'm afraid I can't do anything about it... I do think in fragments... But hopefully will produce longer chapters as the pace picks up...
