16. The work

"Good question." He said and again walked back to the other drawer. He pulled out a card and came towards me. He then displayed the card in front of my eyes.

"Colin Martin from forensics department." Was written on it. I looked at him with a bewildered expression on my face.

"Aren't you studying?" I question. Why is he working in forensic. Isn't he the senior of our college. Who is he?

"I am. Who said a student can't work?" He quirked his brow at me.

Well yes. There's no such thing as students can't work. The next words that he spoke then took my attention.

"Weren't you working as hell being a student? That too younger than me." He said with a devilish smile on his face.

I averted my eyes. There's a difference. He's working legally and I'm illegally. I thought to tell so but didn't. Why should I admit my own crimes. I then asked the next question that was lingering in my head throughout the time.