We rushed to little Larry to know why he screamed. The kitchen was dim-light, Tiffany switched the lights on and put off the gas. Larry was on the ground, he seemed to have a panic attack.
"What's wrong?" I asked him curiously. He pointed his finger to the kitchen entrance. "I saw a thief" he said under his breath. I looked towards his direction, Marcus stood at the entrance grinning.
"What the hell are you doing here? and how did you get inside?'' I asked, furiously. He laughed out loud and moved towards us.
"Calm down Larry, Carlos told me the passcode to your door, whereas I am always welcomed here''
"Who is he, Mr. Larry?" Tiffany asked me, holding little Larry tightly.
"Don't fret, he is Marcus, my long distant cousin from italy, but I don't know what he is doing here''
"I cam
