The silence in Harry's car was thick and suffocating. Neither he nor Eve had spoken a word since leaving the police station.
The night had already been insane, and neither of them had the energy to argue, banter, or even sigh too loudly. The only sound was the faint hum of the engine and the occasional click of the turn signal.
Eve sat with her arms crossed, staring out the window, stealing occasional glances at Harry, who had one hand on the steering wheel and the other drumming lightly against his thigh.
They were halfway to Cammy's apartment when Harry finally broke the silence.
"Tell me about Cassey," he said, his voice neutral, but there was something underneath—something unreadable.
Eve blinked, caught off guard. "Huh?"
"Cassey." He stole a quick glance at her. "What does she like? Her hobbies? Favorite food? Any allergies?"
