Chapter 80. The Perfect Idea

“Yes,” I respond anyway.

“Did he also take you out of the warehouse?” Zeath asks again, and I can’t help but wonder where exactly we are getting with this.

“No.” I shove a spoonful of food into his mouth since he won’t fucking eat by himself. “The bastard stalker opened the door after he shot you. I called 911.”

“What did you tell 911?”

Okay, now we’re getting somewhere.

“I told them that the person was a psychopath killer who tricked us into the warehouse and shot you.”

“Did they buy it?”

I feed him more food but he ignores it and picks up a drumstick instead, biting into it little by little while never shifting his gaze from me.

“No.” Should I tell him about how he has been accused?

“You can tell me what happened, Mellow,” Zeath urges, “you think I did not see the police cars outside? They are literally stationed below my window.”

“Well, we’ve been accused of robbery.” I shrug. “Apparently, the warehouse is a