He drove home.
Now that he was alone, Shen Xin finally felt the fear creep in.
Bullets don't have eyes. In a situation like that, no one was truly in control.
Of course, quitting was out of the question.
Having solved a string of cases recently, Shen Xin truly felt like he was living out his dream of being a criminal detective.
But he needed to train.
His reactions had been too slow back there.
So he had to work on his physical fitness, and his marksmanship.
The bureau had a shooting range, but basically no one ever went.
Lost in thought, he arrived home to find it was already almost two in the morning.
On the way, Shen Shuang had called him repeatedly, but Shen Xin hadn't answered.
He opened the door.
Just as he opened it a crack, SWOOSH, a cat darted out.
With quick eyes and even quicker hands, Shen Xin pinned it down.
"You're asking for it again."
Shen Xin flicked the ear of the cat in his hands.
It was Da Mei's son, the last remaining tabby.
