LANCE DIXON
I managed to go back to my room after the incident. I grabbed the paper from my jacket pocket to ensure that I was not just dreaming. That I see what I see. I glanced at the paper. I knew that what happened was real and not a joke.
Once he knows what happened to me, I'm sure he’s going to give me bodyguards until I finish the case. But I don’t want that. I still want my freedom. I don’t wish to like the idea that someone is watching over me.
It was already seven a.m when my cellphone rang. I saw Denver is calling me.
I answered. “Hello?! Lance, are you there?!” He is obviously scared. I can’t help but laugh.
“I’m here, Denver,”
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?! What the f**k happened to you last night?”
“I told you what happened, right? I’m going to review my CCTV footag
