After handing the report to the police, I made my way to my burnt house, opening a hidden door at the back of a mirror inside my room. Yes, my books are safe. Oh blimey, i forgot to pack my work documents. I have to start over I guess.
Got in my car, drove off to my office. Odd, not much cars tonight. At least there's no traffic. Parked in the basement, took a lift to the 7th floor. With my book in my left hand, I kept going. The lift stopped, and i stepped out. Felt a gun behind my head.
"Don't move. Give me the book."
"Well, I can't do both at once, Will."
"Just give it, Shawn!"
He tried to grab the book, losing his gun aim from my skull. I quickly smacked his head with the book cover. Then, I choked his neck by pushing him to a wall and raised him up. I wouldn't murder him, but I let him suffocate for a good 5 minutes, paralyzed him.
"That's for burning my house, THREE BLOODY TIMES."
