Daniel stared at Jessica, disbelief etched across his face. Was she kidding? She actually wanted him to kneel on durian shells? He was a man; how could he submit to such a degrading demand from a woman? Of course, Daniel would never kneel.
"Why should I kneel if I haven’t done anything wrong?"
"You haven't done anything wrong? Then why was a girl calling you a scumbag so loudly?"
"She's not just any girl; she's a total bitch!"
"Bitch? Who is she? What were you doing out with her in the middle of the night?"
"Nothing! My love, what do you think I could possibly do? I'll have you know, there were more than a dozen men with that woman and me tonight. And all of them were those burly types!"
"You scoundrel! You were with over a dozen men and a girl? That's utterly revolting!"
"It certainly was revolting, not to mention the two corpses, one male and one female, involved. The woman had jumped from a building; her brains were spattered everywhere. The man hanged himself; his tongue was sticking out, long and grotesque."
Daniel's narrative was half-truths, half-fabrication.
Jessica sensed something amiss with his story. "Are you giving me a line? Better explain yourself quickly, or you're going to be kneeling on that durian!"
"I went out to get you barbecue, didn't I? And just as I got near King’s, a woman literally fell from the sky, dead on impact. I stayed to see what would happen. But then I saw something was off, so I alerted the Sarge in charge of the case—that bitch—telling her it wasn't suicide, but murder. Then, upstairs, we found another body of a man who hanged himself..."
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