Peterson's POV.
"I think I just need to go and clear my head for now, okay? You can go back in there and act like everything is super fine and you are not also bothered about who the killer is and why they killed Liam and Pedro." I snapped as I walked away.
I drove down to Tropicana as I walked inside their bar.
"Are you okay?" Flora walked up to me from the other side of the bar where she was attending to the few customers that were in the bar.
"Don't you ever get tired of working?" I smiled as I looked at her.
"Why would I?" She chuckled. "I get to pay my bills from here, Peterson!!" She said in a light voice as she walked across, entering behind the counter.
"So, what should I get for you? You don't seem to be in a good mood?" She pointed out as she turned around, passing throug
