"Who's there?"
Faulkner asked cautiously.
Immediately, a somewhat familiar voice came from downstairs—
"It's me, Hunter.
Got some good stuff!"
The first sentence was spoken in a normal voice, while the latter was whispered.
Immediately, Faulkner pictured a police officer with brown curly hair, plump cheeks, yet a slender frame in his mind.
After a slight hesitation, Faulkner responded.
"Coming!"
Having killed that guy, Faulkner had no plans to flee far away.
He had already established his own enterprise in South Los, and even with an unexpected windfall, he wouldn't choose to leave this stable life.
Therefore, it was essential to maintain good relationships with policemen.
