The Criminal I Crave
Beanie called out, her voice a bit muffled as she bit into the chicken harder.
“What about your case, the drug-pushing case? Have you found the source?” Melody instantly dropped her food, the spoon slipping from her hand as white rice spilled on the floor, grabbing people's attention.
“Sorry, that was a mistake,” she apologized.
“Can we leave now?” Melody said after a few seconds, looking at Beanie, who had an uneven expression.
“I haven't eaten half of my meal yet,” she protested. Beanie was quite young, a lady in her early twenties who seemed to have her life together.