LUCIUS DEVINE
"Hello" Lisa replied over the phone but her voice sounded a bit off.
"What's wrong?" I asked, pulling myself a bit away from my table but my gaze remaining on the work I had been dealing with before I had felt the sudden urge to hear her voice and know how she was doing. And also to ask her a question.
"Francesca. Did you do anything to her and her family?" She asked and I threw my head back a bit, doing a small eyes roll.
"Hey?" She called softly when I gave no response.
"I didn't call you to be asked these questions. What's your favourite colour?" I asked.
"I am talking about something pretty serious here sir" her firm tone sounded so cute.
"Your favourite colour is also something serious. Tell me cupcake, what is your favourite colour?"
"But..."
"Your favour
