The next thing Winnie knew, he had placed his black jacket over her head.
“Hey! What are you…”
She heard him running out of the restaurant before she could even finish her sentence.
I know Christopher covered my face to help hide my identity, but that was totally unnecessary! Does he not realize that I already have a pair of shades and a face mask on? I doubt anyone would be able to recognize me even if they got a picture of me! I was going to leave, but he left his jacket and the blood sample here when he ran off to catch that person, so I now have to stay here until he returns…
Feeling speechless at the thought of that, Winnie yanked the jacket off her head and sat down at the table.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, Winnie was starting to grow impatient when Christopher came back.
It became obvious that he ran all the way back as he was panting heavily and drenched in sweat. His shirt was sticking to his skin as he looked out of breath.
Winnie had thought she would soon be hit by a foul body odor, but what followed was a surprisingly clean scent.
She then grabbed an unopened bottle of water and handed it to him.
Christopher took the bottle over from her, but all he did was hold it in his hand and glare at her with a frown.
Feeling uncomfortable from his gaze, Winnie glared back at him and asked, “Why are you looking at me like that, Captain Bennett? Have I done anything wrong?”
“You…”
“What? Just go ahead and say it!” Winnie exclaimed impatiently with her arms crossed.
Christopher scratched his nose awkwardly and cleared his throat as he stepped in front of her, blocking the view of others around her.
Winnie leaned back against her seat in response.
She was about to say something when Christopher spoke up. “A huge chunk of your scalp has fallen off.”
What? Winnie instinctively used her phone camera as a mirror, only to see that a part of her wig and silica gel had been scraped off.
It was incredibly noticeable as it was hanging loosely from her forehead.
Now I see why the waiters were all giving me strange looks! The zipper on Christopher’s jacket must’ve gotten caught onto my disguise when I yanked it off my head!
“D*mn it!” Winnie cursed under her breath as she yanked the dangling piece of silica gel off. “I’m sorry for scaring you, Captain Bennett.”
“That was indeed a little disturbing.” Seeing as Winnie seemed to be just fine after yanking that skin off, Christopher sat down in front of her and continued, “You seem to be using someone else’s identity.”
Winnie frowned. “Are you investigating me?”
“Yes. I traced your phone number after you called the police. It belongs to a woman named Paulina Houghton, who has already taken the train out of here last night, but her phone is still with you.”
“It sure is easy for the police to track someone down, huh?” Winnie asked, making no attempt to deny his statement whatsoever.
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