Strolling down a lonely street, Luna stresses about not attaining required evidence to keep the investigation from prolonging. Not knowing Martinez's whereabouts also unnerves him. She hasn't reported back to him in over 24 hours nor contacted him in the slightest way.His anger builds up like a volcano that is about to erupt. With his fist tightly shoved into the pocket of his khakis, he mutters angrily to himself and kicks a can against the sidewalk curb. He yanks a coin out as he reaches a payphone and quickly dials Martinez.
"Hello?" He hears after a few rings.
He hangs up almost immediately after hearing a male voice. Did he dial the wrong number? Or was that... Jonny?
***
In the late morning, Sara finally awakens profoundly confused. She sits still on the bed after throwing the covers aside. Then, she looks around in a frantic. Realizing that she is in her room, she tries to recollect every detail from the night before. But the last thing she recalls is the ride home. She only remembers being in the car with Jonny before completely blacking out. She encounters a headache from thinking over and over again. After a while, she gives up and stands from the bed and opens the curtains to let the light in.
She quietly walks out of the bedroom and into the living room where she sees Jonny reading the newspaper on the arm chair. He had helped himself with a dark coffee too.
"Didn't know you read the paper."
He turns to her surprised and quickly stands from the seat.
"Every morning... How are you feeling?"
"What happened last night? How'd you know where I live?"
"You told me. Showed me actually."
She frowns and knits her brows together. "I don't understand."
"I think you took a vitamin last night. You want to tell me what all that was about?"
"Vitamin?"
"Ecstasy." He explains.
"You're bluffing," she laughs nervously. "Right?"
"The symptoms say otherwise... You were burning up. 'Member feeling hot? Then you started touching the dashboard. You seemed really into it. You said it felt soft?" He hides a smile.
She thinks back and everything falls into place. After realizing that was the probable cause, she begins to frantically panic.
Jonny rushes to her side and attempts to tranquilize her.
"Hey, you're okay. It's over. You'll be fine. Hey, hey. Just breathe."
"Wh-What happened?! I-I'm–" she gasps. "Jonny, what happened?"
"Sara, look at me. I drove you here. I helped you to your apartment. Then I had you step in the shower to cool your body temperature."
"I was nude?! Oh my god!"
"No. Don't worry. I didn't see anything. You were fully clothed. You were wearing your clothes the whole time."
Sara glares at him unconvinced.
"Listen, a woman doesn't need to be drunk or drugged in order for me to see her naked."
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Cruisin' South
General FictionDuring the last year of the 1980s decade, two LAPD undercover agents infiltrate a group of career criminals that focuses on armed robbery in South Central LA. But issues occur when UCA Sara Martinez discovers that an estranged family member takes pa...