“Have you seen the news?”

Tyrone sat in front of Axel and stole a shot glass on the cupboard, pouring himself a glass of Axel’s vodka. In the middle of the night, they’re discussing the news. He sighed and shook his head.

“No.”

“Well, you should’ve,” he pointed at him, “Because you’re a suspect for Atty. Excil’s murder. Remember him? Leal’s ex?”

He rolled his eyes. He really has to remind his friend to control his mouth sometimes. “I remember him. Now shut ...