“Hey, Buddy…” Damien greeted on the phone.
“Buddy! How is it going? Max asked as he opened his house door.
“Great!” Damien replied, “How’s the investigation?” he asked.
Closing his main door, “Hold on a second,” Max said as he went straight to his mini gym.
“Take your time,” Damien replied.
Pressing the speakerphone, “I’m here at my gym. Give me another second,” Max added as he stripped his clothes, leaving his boxers before putting on his sweat pants.
Damien started hearing Max striking his punching bag.
“Frustrated, are we?” Damien said on the phone, chuckling.
“I so want to kill the guy!” Max said, “They should have let me ask him!” he roared.
It had been two weeks since the vandalism happened. The police caught the guy this morning,
