Sizzle… Sizzle… It’s been a while since I had the opportunity to cook anything. So I ran over to Fami really early in the morning,
R8PR takes a long look at Jones. She does the same at him. Karina takes a step to the side to avoid being caught in
“What do you mean ‘the truth behind everything?’” I ask Jones as she continues to cry on my bedroom floor. You know, usually when I
Chief Baranowsky, who escorted me from Mayor Epstein’s office back home, follows behind me as we make our way up the stairs. If he’s expecting
I’m escorted down the hall and to the left. There’s office workers pacing the halls and a kind elderly receptionist who looks at me being
I have to repeat it to myself to make sure I am aware. I’m in over my head. It is perfectly true that I have
“Let’s come clean with each other,” I say before slamming a notebook onto the table. “I’ve been searching all week for the Social Media Killer,
So, uh, hi? What’s up? How you doing? I mean, how do I address this current situation?