"Come in."
Opening the door, Klein stepped aside and bent slightly, raising a hand to invite Angel in like a waiter at a restaurant entrance.
"Thank you."
Angel did not stand on ceremony. This was not her first time visiting Klein's home.
Since the Moretti family's housewarming celebration, Angel had visited her neighboring family several times. Usually, she ran into Klein's younger sister, Melissa Moretti, after work and was warmly invited over to chat.
But unlike the previous times, Angel had taken the initiative to visit this time.
Entering the living room, Angel walked straight to the single sofa beside the bay window and sat down as if she were returning to her own home.
The interiors of 2, 4, and 6 Daffodil Street were almost identical. The living room, study, kitchen, washroom, and other rooms on the first floor were arranged exactly like those in her own house. In particular, there was an identical single sofa beside the street-facing bay window.
She stretched out on the sofa and watched Klein head into the kitchen. After bustling about for a moment, he brought out two steaming cups of coffee.
"Melissa hasn't gotten out of school yet. I thought you'd come to see her."
After setting the coffee on the table, Klein sat on the sofa opposite Angel. He stretched his limbs as well and spoke with a tired expression.
That day, the two of them had separately followed senior Nighthawks on patrol through their districts. They had also used their free time in the afternoon to search the city for the "red chimney" buildings Klein had divined. After running around all day, they were both thoroughly exhausted.
But thinking of Ms. Daly's letter from the previous night, Angel still forced herself to come to Klein's home to discuss some "private