No face, no case

"What do you need me to do??"

*present*

Maya's phone vibrated in her hands again, sending her out from the train of thoughts into reality.

The awakening kind of reminded her how much exposed to the night cold she was, she examined her bare arms and or though they looked flawless, she could spot very unattractive goosebumps from the cold. She made a mental note of gathering her shit together and going back inside to join the rest of the event, just after she attends to the man.

He had asked her to bring a fingerprint from Araceli, and she definitely thought it was impossible, not until she was able to lay her hands on a glass Araceli had just used to take her breakfast.

While no one was watching, she took the glass into a plastic bag she had in her hand bag. She didn't have plastic gloves on her because she wasn't the fucking CIA agent or a fucking forensic, so she used disposable tissue to get it into the bag and took it to the destination he had asked her to bring it to.

An old w