"But I’ll recognize him if I ever see him again," Hazel said firmly. "I think he might be in the police force."

Francisco’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"How do you know that?"

"Because he was really good at shooting," she replied with confidence.

Francisco gave a small nod, considering her words. Silence settled between them for a moment.

"And what if he’s not in the police force?" he asked.

Hazel’s face faltered just a little, but she quickly steadied herself.

"Then I’ll still be ...