“Have you spoken to the neighbors yet? Did they report screaming? Because if they did, don’t worry. I think that was just me. Sometimes I scream when I come.” Levi dropped his head back on his shoulders, tilting his face to the ceiling. “Someone kill me now.” I shared the sentiment. The cops stared at X for a long moment, clearly never having experienced anyone with quite as much verbal diarrhea that it was taking their brains a moment to catch up. So long, in fact, X leaned in and pointed at the notepad. “Did you want to write that down? Screams when he comes…”
