CRIME BOOK 101

Hoarders

Nutt.

The door opened from outside. The automatic lights in the front area were on as he stepped in. Dakota almost jumped in surprise when he saw something moving on the couch in the dim living room.

“Oh”

Who else but Sam who with his pillow face sat almost asleep on the couch. He yawned profusely when he saw Dakota there, at first glance he looked like a ghost, with dim lights, messy hair, and a large white blanket that seemed to sparkle from the outside lights.

"Eh, you’re home, ​​I was waiting for you and fell asleep"

His hand was still holding a jar of expired fried peanuts which no longer tasted crunchy. Then straightened his seat and put the jar on the table, smoothing his hair up.

Dakota approached, looking at Sam with an annoyed face. The clock on the wall showed past eleven o'clock at night.

"What are you doing sitting in the dark like that?” Dakota asked.

Sam saw Dakota's hand placing a paper bag with a round red logo that he had seen for the first time, his eyes shone brigh