Ring ring, ring ring, ring ri-
THUD!
Tyler rubbed his head and groaned.
-ng, ring ring, ring ring
"JUST SHUT UP!" Tyler roared. He was never a morning person. First falling out of bed then the phone ringing giving his vunerable head, after the fall, a headache! Tyler clambered into bed. Delicate pillows calling him. Toasty duvets beckoning him.
"Just one more minute asle-"
Ring ring, ring ring, ri-
"WHAT IS IT?!" Tyler snapped as he grabbed the phone.
"Well...um...so...how are you?"
It was Paul, the boss of the detective company. Tyler could imagine punching him now! Calling just to ask how Tyler's doing? Who does he th-
"I'm not just calling to ask how you are."
"Damn..." Tyler muttered under his breath.
"I've got an important case for you." Paul said seriously. Too seriously.
"What is it? Someone lost their cat?" Tyler joked sarcastically.
"No Tyler."
"Then what is it? Hurry up, I'm tired."
"Tyler, this case is about murder, a blood thirsty animal with his mind set on killing."
