"I've found a lead on Mia!"
I arrived at Theodore's apartment, and to my surprise, the door was unlocked. I pushed it open and was startled to find Naomi and Theodore in a struggle—his shirt collar half-torn.
Naomi, the police officer who always wore those yellow-tinted glasses, was in a revealing beige dress, clearly drunk, stumbling as she clung to him, practically falling into his arms.
"Oh! Caroline!" Theodore looked stunned when he saw me.
My expression froze, and I said coolly, "Sorry to interrupt."
With that, I turned to leave.
"Wait! Caroline, it's not what it looks like!"
Theodore firmly pushed Naomi off him, and she fell onto the couch, mumbling incoherently in her drunken state.
He quickly followed me, catching up and grabbing my hand at the bottom of the stairs.
"Let m
