“Carlos, what happened to you?” Diablo asked as he put down Ella and moved to hold up the man that could barely stand straight.
“I found a…a suspect. A fierce young wolf.” Carlos stuttered.
“Tell me about this suspect.” Diablo probed, trying to get some information from his drunk friend. The man had a low alcohol tolerance.
“She was a bad girl… a very bad girl…” Carlos scolded.
Diablo sighed. At this point, there was nothing useful his friend could say in this state.
“Why don’t you go and get some rest? I will see you tomorrow and you can tell me more about this suspect.” He said, tapping Carlos’ shoulder gently and handing him over to one of the soldier’s that were passing by to take him to his tent.
Carlos took off his shirt and took shaky steps towards his bed falling onto it like a log.
