That's going to leave a mark... Paul winced at the pain and it still surprised him from time to time that Patrick did know how to throw a punch. "I'm okay...and that didn't take long for some reason...," he said as he handed them over.
"My my my...what's going on here?" Said an overly sweet voice as Daniel walked out of shadows of the doorway between the living room and the bedrooms.
"Nothing too exciting. He finished taking Jane and Thomas home," said Paul as he took a step forward.
"Ah I see. It is starting to get a little late I suppose, but there is still some day light...and are you staying then Mr. Detective?"
"I am."
"Oh good, at least I won't be alone and will have some company."
Daniel's eyes looked past Paul's shoulders to look at Patrick. His eyes were different as they looked like they belonged to a completely different person.
"Hey Patrick, go on another trip will you? I need a pack of smokes."
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