Chapter 93. Orlando

“ALL RIGHT! Alright, sir, don’t hurt me! I’LL TELL YOU… I’ll tell you why I’m here!” said the stranger that Jack found hiding behind the bushes of his parent’s house.

“YOU’D BETTER OR YOU’LL BE HAULED TO JAIL FOR TRESPASSING! NOW SPEAK!” ordered the muscled foreman as he stayed sitting down on the man’s abdomen with one hand holding his collar and the other aiming a fist at the man he just captured. 

“What on earth is happening out here? JACK? Who the heck is that?!” asked an elderly man who had rushed out of the front door and into the patio. “What is he doing here in the middle of the night?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out, Dad.”

“Sir, I’m just someone who happened to be around here looking for a job. Please, let me stand up and explain myself.”

“Jack, son, please… let him speak with a little dignity… But do check if he’s armed…”

“I’m not! I swear, I don’t have any weapons,” whined the frightened guy with bright yellow hair a