Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 570

"How on earth did you find Frank's address?" I demanded immediately.

I had been on the hunt for Frank's whereabouts myself, a task that seemed straightforward with the police on my side, easily accomplished.

Turns out, the place Frank had been living in before his crime spree was a dilapidated old apartment complex, and his registered home address led to nothing but ruins and rubble.

So, Frank's address was of little use to me. What baffled me was why Russel would bother looking it up.

"It might come in handy for you. I can't assist openly with your affairs, but if you're set on uncovering the truth, I'm here to help," Russel said, pulling out his phone and sending me a message with an address I didn't recognize, different from the ones the police had provided.

I looked at Russel anew, understanding his motives.

Now that he was in cahoots with Karina, they were bound to have dirt on each other, a mutual blackmail situation, so he couldn't openly support me but still wanted to lend a hand in secret.

But if Karina found out, it would spell trouble for him.

"After choosing to side with her against Neil, knowing full well my issues with Karina, why bother helping me? Russel, I don't want to owe you," I said, my feelings a tangled mess. Russel's clue could be incredibly useful, but it also meant incurring another debt to him.

"I'm the only one who can help you with this. Karina's been thorough, no one else knows the ins and outs like I do," Russel's voice was low, his response casual, "This is my decision; you don't need to worry about owing me anything. If there's any debt, it's mine to you."

"You don't owe me anything," I corrected Russel.

"Consider this compensation for past actions that might have hurt you," he explained.

True, Russel had caused me some pain in the past, but it hadn't been too damaging, the worst being a dent in my trust towards him.

Before I could respond, the night sky rumbled with thunder, and a lightning bolt split the darkness. Within seconds, a downpour soaked my hair and clothes.

Getting drenched was chilly this time of year, especially when the wind hit, sending shivers down my spine. Just as I was about to suggest Russel get in his car and leave, a jacket was draped over my head, shielding me from the rain momentarily.

"What are you still doing here?" came Neil's irritated voice beside me. He was in just a slim-fit shirt, his jacket now held over my head.

Rain trickled down his chiseled face, his expression sour. Seeing me look up, he snapped, "Are you deaf? Let's go!"

Of course, I wasn't deaf; his gesture just caught me off guard.

As for Russel... With his shoulder injury, he couldn't smoothly offer his jacket like Neil did. He too was soaked, looking like a drenched aristocratic cat. Watching Neil hold the coat over me, his eyes held a glint of frost.

Pushing Neil's hand away, I hurried home, hearing footsteps follow. Neil and Russel were coming along.

Were they planning to seek shelter from the rain at my place? I wanted to tell them to drive off, but with the rain turning into a torrential downpour, driving was hardly safe, let alone at night.