Psych

80. The "B" Word

Ishmael’s living room was nothing short of chaotic. There were clothes lying all over the floor, and the couch, each piece of clothing carrying a distinct and probably permanent stain. The seat Charles and James were offered was a red and dusty couch with several big holes in it. Ishmael threw the clothes on the couch onto the floor and gave it a few slaps with his hand, arousing a big dust cloud. He then walked off into the kitchen to place the kettle on the stove. Hesitant at first, the two policemen finally decided to sit on the couch and wait for Ishmael.

Two minutes later Ishmael walked back into the living room from the kitchen which was just behind Charles and James’ couch. He sat in his black leather armchair. It actually looked brand-new.

Ishmael tapped his fingers on the armrests of his chair, grinning at the two officers. ‘So, what do you pigs want to know about my old gal, hey?’ he asked them laying his head back.

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