Sammy stared intently at Perez while sipping his steaming coffee despite the thirty-nine degrees temperature outside. He studied his facial features, from his wrinkled forehead down to his chin with a few stubbles growing.
“You seemed stressed,” Sammy said. “Has sleep been avoiding you?”
“What you asked me to do is a genuine pain in the neck,” he answered. Although his facial expression looked benign, his harsh tone couldn’t hide his irritation.
“Chill. The sun is scorching hot outside. Don’t sync with it unless you want to explode.”
Perez glared at him without giving a response. His eyes alone sent daggers aiming straight at Sammy’s chest.
“Why do I have this feeling that you want to skin me alive? Should I remind you that you were the one who jumped into your own grave? You should'v
