“Yow, my grinch friend,” Smith greeted Hunter as soon as he entered Hunter’s office, “You’re so workaholic, I hope you won’t die with pleasure deprivation,”

Hunter rolled his eyes and continued signing papers. He was only left with his built-in desk lamp, his sleeves were rolled up, and his ties were loose.

“What are you doing here?” Hunter said in a bored tone while adjusting his reading glasses.

“Well, I heard some authorities pay you a visit earlier today; that must be about the killing spree I’ve been mentioning to you,” Smith made his way to Hunter’s fridge to grab two beers and dried octopus.

“Yeah, that detective named Levi,” Hunter halted and put down his pen, “Who was that man? He had some guts to threaten me,”

Smith handed Hunter the beer and settled himself to the nearby couch, “Well, he was known for digging graves for his targets. Levi Ocampo was notorious for finding concrete evince of whoever messed with him,” he stopped and gulped some beer, “Remember the senator who u