Ben couldn't believe it. The woman dressed in a white formal coat standing in front of him was Zatil. She looked a bit different from what Ben had remembered; perhaps because she was now wearing a pair of elegant glasses and was taller. Perhaps much taller than himself. He could only recognise her from her voice. "Zatil, you look...tall," exclaimed Ben. Zatil grinned. "That's because I'm wearing heels now." Both of them laughed.
Meeting an old friend in the past made Ben excited. He almost forgot that he was about to break in Nana's house, until Zatil asked in a joking manner, "So, you really are breaking in?" She was already poking her head through the partially opened door, and was quite surprised to see the house in an unusual stillness. "Why did Nana left the door unlocked if she was out?" continued Zatil, who now sounded worried. She made her way inside the house.
Ben followed her, glancing rapidly around him in a search for any clues to answer the weird sensations they were feeling. The curtains were up and the fan in the living room was on. Knowing Nana, she could never be such a careless person. Zatil was ahead of Ben and moved further inside the building, heading towards the dining room. As Ben slowly observed more of the living room, a call from Zatil made him skid towards where she was, "Ben, something's strange here."
The dining room looked like every other normal dining room, with a medium-sized table in the middle neatly decorated with a fancy cloth. Zatil was standing behind a chair, holding to something on the table. Ben moved closer. "Hold this," said Zatil as she let go of the object. It was a mug filled with a chocolate drink. Ben gulped and held the mug. It was still hot!
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"You think this is a kidnapping case?" asked Zatil in a worried manner. Both of them were outside sitting on the porch now, after spending almost half an hour searching the house for Nana. "The house looks like as if she was there this morning. We should get in touch with the cops."
Ben nodded. "Eventhough I'm part of the force, I can't clearly deduce what really happened on my own," he shrugged regrettably. "I'll try and call my friend Officer Nik for assistance." He searched his jacket for his cell.
"Woah! You're a cop now?" cried Zatil in amazement.
"Kind of...I'm a detective here in this area," replied Ben, feeling embarrased. He then thought of something. "So what are you doing nowadays? From your actions inside the house, you look just like a cop yourself."
Zatil giggled. "No, no. I'm a psychologist in this city. I've been to a few crime scenes to help investigations," she replied modestly. Ben just nodded with a smile of amazement. Zatil has been an observant and caring person in the past. As he was about to dial his friend's number, he realised that it was already late. "Hey, I thought Bee was coming as well?" he notified Zatil curiously.
"Oh, you didn't know?" said Zatil. "She's picking up someone at the train station first."
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