I glance at her, wishing that i could get her attention. She ignores me, focused intently on blending in. I kick her. Her knee jerks up, hitting the table. Everyone looks over. She gives a nervous smile, and, once they look away, turnes to glare at me. I take it as my chance to tell her. I widen my eyes, glancing once to my left and then looking back at her, widening my eyes once more. She squints her eyes, looking confused, but she looks over and immediately understands. We need to get out of here. We had found the murderer. She turned her head to focus back to the dinner, but her eyes are focused on our suspect. She studies his eyes and his mannerisms. She glances back at me to confirm my thoughts. I stand up, wiping my napkin and bowing to the family.

"I need to go now," I say. As I leave, I discreetly brush my friend's arm, dropping a note into her sleeve. I step out the door and wait. She comes out a few minutes later, nodding at me. We hide, waiting for the right moment. The suspect steps out of the building and opens a pack of cigarettes. As soon as he lights one and sticks it in his mouth, I nudge her shoulder. She stands up and steps behind him, pulling out her handcuffs. Before he had a chance to yell, I ran and put a hand over his mouth and she handcuffed him. We brought him to our black car and put him in the back seat. Our mission was complete.