Outside the Wal-Mart supermarket.
A sassy black woman was looking around at the entrance.
Luke hurried over, slightly out of breath, "sorry, babe, I'm late."
Jenny asked, "Did you catch the killer who killed Lucas?"
"Not yet, but we've identified him, and we'll catch that guy soon."
Jenny looked intrigued, "Who is the killer?"
"Babe, I want to tell you, but I can't," Luke said as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and they entered the supermarket.
Jenny cajoled, "Come on, all my colleagues are talking about it, can't you give me a bit of an edge?"
"I signed a confidentiality agreement; you know, I can't say too much about the case."
"You're sleeping on the couch tonight."
"I want to sleep on the bed."
"OK, then I'll sleep on the couch."
Luke sighed, "Do you really want to know that badly?"
"It's not that I'm dying to know, but the more you refuse to tell me, the more I want to know."
Luke nodded, "I'll tell you, but not here...you know, too many ears around."
