Melanie pulled out her cell-phone and checked recent messages.
Nothing.
Melanie shrugged and a gun-shot rang out in her ears, being in the police department she was concerned. What would she do about it? Flint was probably there, busting the person. He was on top of a lot of cases all the time, unlikely he hadn't already kicked the guys ass.
Melanie took a deep gulp of saliva hoping he was alright, if he was even there. Melanie walked into the cafe and sat down at a table.