The next morning.
Near Laura Pohl's home.
Inside a Ford Explorer.
Luke yawned, reclined the seat, and shifted to a more comfortable position.
"Last night, I asked you to keep an eye on Pari Jones. How did you end up drinking with her? Weren't you exposed?"
"How could I be? I'm Detective Marcus from the police bureau. How could she see through me?" Marcus said with confidence, laughing, "It wasn't me who approached her; she came up to me on her own.
Actually, that's pretty normal. A handsome, single man sits nearby, a faint trace of melancholy in his eyes. Which woman wouldn't be moved?
I understand her."
Luke shook his head, unsure where this baseless sense of superiority came from. He knew a good reporter is not only skilled at uncovering news but is also an excellent observer.
He was worried Marcus might have been spotted while tailing her.
Of course, even if he was, it wouldn't be a big problem. "What did you two talk about?"
