"Is that a fact?" Matt smirked, "there was me about to say he was just a bad shot. Good to know I wasn't on the receiving end of one of the intended bullets."
"I guess my ability is a little like radar. Not completely though. I'm not.. I don't click like a bat. It's a combination of sound, the feeling of the air moving, the way your muscles tense as you move your stance or you inhale to brace. I can paint a picture of you from that," Matt replied, barely realising that he was openly telling Frank. Usually the only time he spilled his secrets was when being grilled by his friends.
The mention of Karen made Matt clear his throat slightly, clearing the questions that had desperately rushed up from his stomach. But he didn't need to ask if Frank was seeing Karen. Yeah, he could smell her, but not all over Frank in the way someone did when they were lovers.
"They care but.. They don't understand. They hated me for getting involved again but they don't know what it's like to hear, well, everything going on in these streets," Matt fell silent for a moment, his finger tip tracing the label of his beer.