Chapter 72: Chicken

As Trevor and I continued with our conversation, someone bounced into the house without knocking. It was Jessica, she stood perplexedly staring at us in the sitting room obviously wondering who the male cop with Mainland police outfit doing in our house. "That's her. Jessica..." I said in a low tone to Trevor, but guess what? Jessica's curiosity made her to understand what I said. "Me? What... what have I done again?" she said as the nylon in her hand fell wearily on the ground. The nylon was white and had Rosenberg Fried Chicken logo on it, which obviously meant she went to buy fried chicken from the restaurant. That was good of her, despite having ate food at home she had the guts to go and waste money outside. "You did nothing," I giggled at her as I stood and walked over to her, "what's this, chicken?" I took the nylon she dropped and began checking inside. "Yes, and some fries and drinks" she said as she snatched the nylon from me. "Who's that cop?" she asked in what s