Chapter 017- The past haunts the present

Killian sat on the bed in his bedroom. His phone rang buzzed on the bedside table. So he adjusted his position on the bed to retrieve his phone.

“Good morning, Bestie!” Detective Boyles chirped on the phone as soon as answered the call.

“Arghh…” Killian grunted at his excited tone. He wished he hadn’t given the detective his number but something told him that he would find a way to retrieve it.

Killian got out of the bed and stepped out of his room to make himself coffee.

“Boyles. What do you want?” He preferred cutting right to the chase.

“We got your culprit. It was a couple of your workers. The protest was apparently a work.” He stated.

That arrested his attention as he reached the kitchen where he met Penelope brewing coffee with her back turned towards him.

He could not help his traveling eyes that took their sweet time enjoying the way her nightie shaped her voluptuous behind. She would make a good view being spread over the kitchen counter, he thought. His sleeping junior stirr