I couldn't help but take a step back. For a moment, I was dazed by the one who was calling me. The last events made it seem like I was in a dream. I couldn't forget how Velma was overwhelming. I replayed everything repeatedly and I think I am scared of her eyes.
I forced my mind to return to the person in front of me as he greeted me from his old car, a pipe in his mouth this time. Mark called me early in the morning wake me up from a terrible nightmare. I don't know if I should be grateful for pulling me out or hold a grudge for pulling me from my warm bed. It took me a while to fight against the gravity of the bed.
As I took my seat next to him in his car, the silhouette took down his top hat, put it on his chest and bowed his head slightly. I clapped. "You are really learning to be like Sherlock Holmes. You still need to work on your fake smile. It doesn't sound genuine."
