Bab 238: Die Polizei

Billie Bob Taylor 

Pedro looked at me with a concerned facial expression as he looked down to my red wrists, my bitten and bruised neck. He opened and closed his mouth before he shook his head. "I'm guessing this has to do with the reason it sounded like the house was about to fall apart yesterday afternoon."

I nodded with a smile. 

"I don't want to know," he waved his hands before he stood up from his desk then walked over to the mini bar area to pour himself some whiskey. 

"Dito and I are going to the market. Is there anything you would like for me to get for you?" I beamed. 

He looked at me with a kind smile, "you made these really delicious chocolate chip and marshmallow cookies last time. I would really love those."

"Of course," I nodded, "anything else?"

"That will be all Bobby thank you."

"Okay," I waved with a grin, "we'll be back in a jiffy."

"Have fun," he chuckled.