Chapter Ten: Lack Of Suspicion
The next morning, Melissa was ordering breakfast at her favourite KFC when she heard a woman speaking English struggling to ask for the menu. The woman’s dress was expensive, matching her sunglasses and Jimmy Choos.
Melissa offered, “Here, let me help.” She did her usual thing with the usual staff, drawing a rectangle in the air. A menu was produced at once, accompanied by a smile.
“Thanks!” said the woman as Melissa took her tray, calling, ‘ShiShi’ to the familiar face behind the counter. Melissa smiled back at the woman, then made her way to her customary seat. At this time of morning, the place was almost empty, the only other patron a young-looking guy with a trendy hairdo. His square-framed glasses flashed briefly at her and at the glamorous woman at
