A warm cup of tea seemed to settle Rai's nerves, lifting his mood just enough for them to head out later in rather good moods.
However, they took separate taxis to the venue.
Zade knew the drill. The moment even a single journalist spotted him, they would practically try to tear open his pockets for a story. Given that this was the funeral of a disgraced politician who had been executed by the government, everyone attending was expected to have an opinion.
If Rai arrived attached to Zade's arm, he would instantly become target practice for the media. Taking separate rides from the hotel was the safest move, keeping Rai hidden in the background for as long as possible.
When Rai's taxi pulled up thirty minutes later, the entrance of the grand venue was swarming with reporters and cameras. Rai quietly stepped out, leaning heavily on his crutches.
