"Jack! Gross! I am still eating." Nitte pushes him off, not letting his tongue get into her mouth.
"Actually, I am hungry now that I tasted a bit of saltiness from your lips." Jack laughs, smacking his lips.
Nitte rolls her eyes. "Go cook some more then, Detective Jack, I am sure you can afford another 38 cents of instant noodles."
"I will take you somewhere nice for breakfast, how is that?" Jack gets up and goes back to cook some more instant noodles.
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Robert has been working with the past Long Island murders' witnesses, trying to get himself an invitation to one of James Burke's sickening parties.