Chapter 120

The building felt even rowdier the longer they stayed there, and Nolan was beginning to lose interest in the rice and weird but sweet sauce he'd ordered.

Peter, on the other hand, didn't seem bothered, and he looked like he was always here. He even exchanged a few pleasantries with some men at nearby tables.

But it didn't seem to soothe Nolan one bit, and he couldn't wait to get the hell out of here.

“You like the food, sir?"

Nolan looked up at Peter, catching the questioning look on his face, which almost looked like amusement.

“Yeah. It's good—surprisingly.”

Peter made like he wanted to laugh. "The cook is good. I eat here sometimes when I want to clear my head after a case.”

"With all the noise around?”

"The noise is the best part, Mr Cross.” He said with a smile. "Helps shut out the voices in your head if you listen to their conversations. It gets confused by the multiple voices.”

But Nolan was not buying it. ‘What is bad is bad,’ he thought.

“So what did you find about my fiance