Hugging Machine

The man was wearing a brown polo neck ribbed knit sweater and navy blue trousers with light brown Converse shoes. There was a gentle smile on his face that made him look utterly harmless but Arlen could not help but frown, his eyes narrowing on the man's face.

This person made him feel a strange kind of unease. He did not feel any hostility from him and even yet, he could feel a desire to vanish from. Don't catch his eyes. Don't attract his attention.

He shook his head, he was stronger than this person he could feel it, but he also felt like something was amiss. Something was seriously amiss with this person.

"Captain. This is Malik Patel. He is our next-door neighbor. Malik, this is the Captain of the Davenport Police Bureau, Arlen Sinclair.

"Nice to meet you." Malik stretched out his hand and Arlen ignored it, leaving it hanging.

"New neighbor. When did you move in?"

"Last week."