The Mafia Lover Is A Detective

Clara asked as she stared at her friend. L

Clara was confused at how Loretta was behaving, there wa

erned voice, Loretta ran her hand thr

lara watched her back until she was out of view. Loretta entered the

f carelessness, she had done something stupid. Did she even interrogate anyone? No! All

for getting into her way last night. Maybe if he had not attended the event last

account, she clicked on the search option and typed E

tta hissed in annoyance and started scrolling through her Facebook

, she decided to check Google. "Maybe I could get a

ts of Ethan Smiths, Google had brought out. There was a Ethan Smi

n on the run since the police have been trying to get him, but are always failing to get him. Nobody has seen this drug Lord as he is always careful, some detectives who had mana

ts on the pictures were either blurry, or were pictures of the back of a man. What piqued her interest was when she saw

picture, she even brightened the screen of her phone. Why does he see

king her brain as she tried to remember who had t

er phone as she got out of the restr

This is unlike you, talk to me if there's anything botheri

me," Loretta replied, still laughing, Clara wasn't pleased about it, nor

g from her. Loretta sensed her anger and followed behind her, how could she tell her that she had had sex

ot to her and made Clara face her, Clara's nose was flaring in a f

angrily, Loretta muttered

th me, Clara?" Lorett

a asked back and folded her arms. Loretta exhaled and p

w, I...I just don't know how to expla

," Clara retorted and yanked Loretta's hand away fro

een our friend-" Clara didn't let Loretta comp

en continued. "Why then are you keeping things from m

, Loretta's lips twitched as she nodded at the o

the Chief," She said. "Please don't

eyes. Once Loretta was out of sight, she smirked