"That’s good to hear. See you at seven," the person said, and hung up. Summer wanted to go back to bed when she heard the sound of the doorbell.
"Argh!" She groaned and jumped down from the bed, walking toward the door. She sluggishly opened the door and her gaze met with a fine man who was wearing a black suit with a briefcase in his hand. He adjusted his tie and looked around.
"Good evening. How may I help you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I am here to see Detective Jasmine. I have something for her," he said.
"She hasn’t come yet." Summer said, trying to shut the door in his face. Jasmine has always told her not to talk to her colleagues. He held the door.
"I have something to give to the two of you," he said, and started opening his briefcase. Summer's legs were trembling, and
