Detective Jacob

The red chilli pepper joined the red beef on the burner. A bottle of nice wine laid on an ice filled bowl on a nicely carved glass table with a disco player beside it, playing the melodious "Charlie in the West" disco music.

"Beef is ready," a well built man showed up in the living room, dancing his way to the kitchen which was six steps away. "Old Charlie road, built in the west," the man sang along, "take me home, I'll go to rest." He took the pot from the fire and emptied it in a wooden plate, grabbing a spoon from the cutlery tray.

"Free me, oh Charlie!" he kept on flowing with the loud music as he lifted the wine from the bowl and popped it open following with a "uh" sound then poured a good amount into a cup. As he stretched his butt on the sofa, he lifted the cooked beef watching it dangle till it was almost close to his lips, unfortunately, the little joy was cut off as his phone rang out loud.

"Shit," he cursed, then cursed again, seeing the name that popped