QUILL
"LEX?" I asked. Can't belive the person I was looking at. And then I realised that what I had seen before. The way he was drunk that night and yelled at me that I should have given it to him before everything happened? And that... He had so much money. He can feed enough...
Wait a minute. He is a cop.
He walked towards me as he looked up and down towards me, "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Your head?" He said as he took a step closer to me and checked my head where the cigarette butt was kept earlier. But I was just too shunned to speak. "I don't want you to care about me. I rather want you to explain to me. What is going on? Why are you with cops? What are you doing -" I asked him questions, but he stopped me. "Everything. I'll tell you everything okay?" He said ss he turned and
