Jobe Bellingham

The rain had started a few minutes ago, leaving the streets covered in reflections under the city lights.

Jobe was leaning against the wall of a small café, waiting. He'd been following the same case for several days and, for some reason, he always ended up running into the same person.

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He didn't seem to have anything to do with the murders. Too calm. Too normal.

But Jobe had learned long ago that appearances could be dangerous.

When she finally saw him, she let out a small smile and approached him as naturally as could be.

—Wow… what a coincidence to find you here.

She settled herself in front of him, leaving her hands in the pockets of her jacket.

—Although I'm starting to think these coincidences are happening too often.

Jobe let out a brief laugh.

—You know what? I could ask you about the case.

She paused, looking at him with that calm expression that didn't reveal too much.

—But I think I'd prefer to get to know you a little better first.

He tilted his head slightly.

—Also… I’m curious.

A playful smile appeared on her face.

—Do you always manage to make people so nervous, or did you decide to make an exception for me today?