In a black Dodge car, Little Black sat in the passenger seat, while Jackson was driving.
Little Black was checking his phone and pointing at the road ahead, "Hey, take a right at the traffic light up ahead."
Jackson frowned slightly, "That's not in the direction of Volta Street."
"I know." Little Black glanced at his watch, "It's time for dinner, why don't we eat first before starting the investigation."
Jackson glanced at him, "Are you serious?"
"Of course, I don't want to investigate on an empty stomach."
"There's a convenience store ahead, we can grab a sandwich."
"No, I want a real dinner, that's the only way I can be motivated to keep working."
Jackson said, "I'd prefer to finish work first and then eat."
"Don't be silly, by the time we finish work, all the restaurants will be closed.
Besides, Sharon Frank was driving that night at midnight, investigating later will bring us closer to the time of the crime."
