Thirteen

“What do you mean?” she asked looking at him with a shocked expression.

“He meant, I killed some of my girlfriends and they are scared I'm gonna kill you as well.” Alexander’s voice sounded making Reid and Becca turn around at the same time.

They were shocked to see Alex with a bottle of alcohol in his hand.

“How the hell did you get out of the cell?” Asked Reid, shocked.

“Guess one of you was stupid enough to lock the door with one padlock, the smallest one as a matter of fact! Like what do you take me for?” He walked to the bar and took out a cup and then poured himself a drink before looking at Becca who was as shocked to see him.

“Hey... “ Alexander waved at her and then stretched the bottle toward her.

“How old are you? If you're less than eighteen, lie and if you're older, guess you don't have to sin.” He raised the bottle at her shocking her and then she looked at Reid who shook his head.

“You are drunk, I know you don't talk this much,” Reid told him, facing his laptop.