"Work emergency?" Lola questions Natalie who's seating at the front seat of an Uber. Lola has been trying to catch a glimpse of Natalie's phone but to no avail.
"Yeah," Natalie answers barely looking up or at Lola.
"Is it about the old man that was shot in front of your station." Lola inquires, trying to get information, anything from Natalie.
Natalie freezes up when she hears Lola's words. "How do you know about that?" Natalie giving Lola her attention as she turned her face towards the backseat.
"I watch television," Lola mutters with a smile. She knows Natalie is on to her and she is not stupid to give herself away like that.
"Oh," Natalie faces front, "I can't talk about a case with you." Natalie finishes.
Lola rolls her eyes, hoping all this witness s**t is nothing.
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