Hudson McCage was awake, it was his habit get up early and enjoy your coffee with milk, prepared in your Nespresso Lattíssima (from the Italian "late" which means milk, with the superlative "íssima" suffix for "the best"). This Switzerland machine is special for enjoying coffee with milk, as it has a system that combines steam, milk and air to produce a foam of perfect consistency. Hudson also read on the internet the main newspapers in the world. He had read the editions of Le Monde, Corriere della Serra and Washington Post. When was reading the Bild Zeitung, his blood froze in his veins: they were reporting firsthand the car accident of the two best detectives in the world, and the only fatal victim was his friend, Alice Luckyhand. He did not even have time to assimilate the idea right, because at this very moment you heard the noise of your door be broken into quietly. He pulled out the bottom drawer of the computer table and pulled it out a golden .40 magnum. Waited 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... it seemed like an eternity, until men dressed in suits and ties invaded your room.
"If it weren't for the guns in your hands, I would believe that this was a business meeting." Hudson thought.
Then, Hudson asked, without fear in his voice. "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Hudson McCage's head!"
Now, his blood froze.
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