“So why are you?” Byron collected a bag from the delivery man that stood by the door then turned over to Annette who laid on his couch fondling with a remote in her hand.
“You always come over to my place, I decided to change things up a bit” she grinned staring at the television screen, there wasn’t anything interesting on. Byron stared at her for a bit, then handed the delivery man his pay before locking the door behind him.
“Yum… spicy drumsticks” Annette sprang up from the couch moving over to Byron. “I’m still mad at you” he moved the bag from her reach walking over to the dinning table.
“I couldn’t just leave that little girl there”
“Yeah, now I’m going to work on a case that can never be solved since apparently the girl can’t remember anything that happened” he sighed walking in
