Liam
Badok stepped into my office, an unlit cigarette hanging loosely on his lips. “I’m just coming from Alanna’s house and her hand is pretty swollen,” Badok informed me as he occupied the sofa. “You’ve never lost your cool with her, which is why I’m curious to know what she did that warranted fracturing her wrist.”
I owe him no explanation. He should be grateful that I did not pull the trigger but only settled with fracturing her wrist. “Didn’t you just say you’re returning from her house?” He pulled the cigarette out and held it in his hand. “What stopped you from asking her what she did that landed her in that position.”
“I did,” he affirmed “but she refused to say a word concerning what led to her injury.”
“And you actually believed that the right thing to do is question me?” Snif
