*Astrid*
There seems to be no one in the shower room, beside a huge black man who is in the shower, washing himself off. Zac looks at me, his eyes saying ‘This will surely be fun’ as he blows out a breath.
“Excuse me Mr Hulk, we are from the police”. I say, averting my eyes. “If you would kindly put on some clothing and come with us, we would greatly appreciate that''.
“Greatly appreciated”. Zac repeats, looking at the ceiling.
The man turns to stare at us. “If you want me, come and get me”.
Me and Zac look at each other and I sigh. “Good news, at least he isn’t packing”.
“Astrid, my dear, if that’s not packing your standards are … extremely high”. Zac says, glancing at the huge man.
“Look we can take him … there are two of us”. I say. “You go low, I go high”.
Zac shakes his head.
