"So what you're telling me...is the devil did it."
"Yes, Raphael, that's exactly what I'm saying. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I can prove it." Michael's fingers are busy typing away at his phone. Gathering his proof. Raphael is looking down at the several red circles that had been drawn around Samson Moore's name, along with the information Michael had supposedly gathered from his phone conversation.
"How? Do you know the devil personally?" Raphael's tone is sarcastic. He doesn't appreciate his brother, his partner in solving crime, taking this so lightly. Especially with a case concerning the safety of their sister.
"No, but I know one of his cronies. Samson is Matthew's dad, you're aware of that, right?"
He lets out a sharp huff. "I'm not stupid, Michael."
"So you know that he's neglectful."
Raphael paused for a moment. That...had slipped his mind. How did he forget? "What does that have to do with this case and with Satan?"
"Samson had tricked Matthew into selling his soul."
"You say."
"I do! I do say, Raphael! I know what I'm talking about." Michael slips his phone into his pocket after pushing himself up from the couch. "My proof is on his way."
"Matthew's word isn't going to do it for me, Michael. I need concrete proof that I can see. You know that more than anyone - I don't go off of silly whims. I need facts."
"Do me a favor."
Raphael leans back in his chair, arms resting over his chest. "What?"
"Put your food in your mouth and chew slowly."
With narrowed eyes, Raphael shoves a few fries into his mouth.

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"Semi-Short Stories" [ Story Collection ]
Short StoryThis is a collection of short series posts I've written for my RP characters. If you would like to know more about each individual character, I am currently working on a separate book with all the information you need about them (so this book makes...