Chapter 61: Der Tod III
A year ago, the day Levi met Mo.
Sam was in the middle of her run, legs burning, heart pumping fast at 10 in the evening. When the phone strapped around her arm started ringing, she slowed down her pace, she looked down at the caller.
"Mrs. Whitehall?" She greeted, in between pants. The older woman sounded panicked explaining the situation. Asking her to come as the neighbors were threatening to call the cops.
Sam hailed a cab in a hurry, Mo, her Bullmastiff still in hand.
"I can’t--Miss." The cabbie started to complain about the dog. She handed him 30, shutting him up immediately.
"I’ll pay you twice if you could get me to 7 Eastbourne Rd in 5 minutes."
7 Eastbourne Rd.
Sam stepped out of the cab minutes after, from the street,t she could hear Black veil brides by Knives and Pen blasting from Levi’s flat. No wonder the neighbors were complaining.
Sam walked in the front door with Mo in tow, Mrs. Whitehall greeting her in her pajamas, looking frustrated. "He won’t stop, sweetie." The flabby old woman explained frustrated. She had been trying to tell Levi to lower down the volume but he won’t listen to her, instead he increased it further to muffle her complaints.
Sam walked up the stairs, she walked in without knocking. Levi sat in the center of the living room, facing the window. He dressed in his silk blue pajamas; his hair in disarray resembling a mad man.
Sam eyed the large speakers in the middle of his living room, making her wonder how he got his hands on such heavy-duty speakers. And other than to annoy his neighbors, what use was it for?
Sam fiddled with his laptop, disconnecting the Bluetooth to the speakers and the room turned quiet, the sudden silence caught Levi’s attention in his seat.