Chapter 53: Murder of the 15th IX
It was 11 in the morning when Levi and Marco walked into Jackson Detective’s office tired as a horse.
After leaving the crime scene they tagged along with D.I Davies to inform the family of the terrible news. And to listen to some basic questioning regarding the latest victim Cleo Gallagher.
Joe and Mike looked up from their seats after hearing the front door open.
"Hey." Marco greeted the two in the room in unison with Levi’s "Hello, boys."
The slicked blond flops down the mustard-colored sofa, raising his leg on the center table. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons. Then he cracked his neck.
"Morning, boss," was the two’s unison reply, subtly exchanging a look noticing the lighter tone on the blond’s voice compared to the past days.
Marco sat down on the other end of the mustard-colored sofa, stretching his legs on the floor. His back hurting like a bitch.
He turned to Levi, "So, you two made up?" he asks the blond.
"We never fought," Levi retorts, a yawn passing his lips. He grabs the day’s paper on the center table, the murder is already printed on the front page.
Marco grinned at his friend, "Didn’t seem like it." he comments, and winks at the boys who he knew were listening to their conversation.
They had been tense the past weeks, it was like they were dealing with a ticking time bomb that was named Levi, but they can’t see the countdown. Levi in a good mood is great, he’d always been very generous with their pay and bonuses. And their benefits were great too., that’s why even though he could be a real prick at times, the stay. And their work hours are very flexible, giving them enough time to spend with their families, well atleast for Joe who has a wife and kid.
But years before the redhead came into the picture, Levi was so bored of his wits that he was irritable, demanding, and sarcastic. He wants things done fast and expects people to be able to keep up with him. An impossible feat for average blokes like them.