…Two hours later…
Returning to the story; we see and hear Chia-Ong and Floyd singing to a song on the radio. It’s a little odd to begin this way, but, this takes place in China. Anything can possibly happen in 1999. The song is called “You drive me crazy.”
“Baby,” The two men sing. “I’m so excited, I am in too deep!”
It is the only song they agreed on.
“You drive me crazy,
I just can't sleep,
I'm so excited, I'm in too deep,“
Chia-Ong taps on the driver wheel, humming (While singing to it) with the song.
“Oh, crazy, but it feels alright
Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night,”
It’s dark outside, so the car windows are rolled down. They spent a good time on the road getting directions than actually driving. Chia-Ong was the one who had asked for directions not Floyd. Floyd had told him the whole story about how he really got into being a detective (and that no-one really knew he was alive). The building they’ve been called to come in is just ahead. Chai-Ong turns off the radio.
Chia-Ong parks the car right outside at a building. It looks clean from the outside; there wasn’t any chaos or commotion coming from it. Floyd and Chia-Ong are a bit surprised. There isn’t a sound coming from it. The men share doubtful thoughts about whether this being legit or a set up. Detectives are not immune to getting black mailed, framed, and losing loved ones.
“Did we get played?” Chia-Ong asks.
Floyd unbuckles his seat belt.
“There’s one way we can find out.” Floyd said, opening the car door.
Chai-Ong rolls his eyes.
“Hopefully. . .” Chia-Ong begrudgeningly said, as he presses the red button on his seatbelt. “it’s a vampire.”
Floyd gets out the car as he ignores that comment.
“What’s your name again?” Chia-Ong asks, slamming his door.
“Floyd.” Floyd said, as the car lights turn off.
Chia-Ong laughs, shaking his head as he pants on the roof of the car.
“I mean your full name.” Chai-ong takes his hand off the car’s roof.
It is an unexpected question from Chia-Ong. Working together for a week and Floyd is still getting surprised by him. This question also tells Floyd that Chai-Ong hasn’t read his file. Not everyone has asked Floyd about his full name; not ever. He prefers to be called ‘Floyd’. Working with a partner on a job as a detective also means you have to build trust and friendship.
“Promise me. . .” Floyd looks way from his shoes to his partner. “Dat ya won’t laugh.”
Chia-Ong rolls his eyes, putting the keys into his dark pocket.
“I won’t.” Chai-Ong shook his left hand. He makes a cross on his chest to the side instead of the center. “I cross my heart.”
“Ya crossed yer lungs.” Floyd said.
Chai-Ong shrugs, not seeing what Floyd saw as wrong.
“I cross my lung.” Chai-Ong said. “Now say it.”
“. . . I was named after a goldfish.” Floyd admits to him.
Chai-Ong rolls an eye.
“That is so sad.” Chai-Ong pities him.
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