The supposed to be fun dining experience becomes a frustrating take out ordeal as the three of us drag ourselves back to the headquarter with slumped shoulders and growling stomachs.
“That woman is so scary. I wonder what the others do to her to make her calm down,” Nico says before taking a huge dollop of mashed potato. “Did they find out who she is?”
“Yup!” Detective Hipolito replies. “She was a former psychiatric patient in St. Luke’s Hospital.”
Nico exaggeratingly swallows his food before asking another question. “Former? Why did the doctors discharge her when she’s not completely healed yet.”
“Agree. But who knows. Maybe something triggers her to be unwell again.”
After our senior’s remark, both of them stare at me with question marks written all over their faces but none is capa
