Bossy mate

Mitch gritted his teeth, looking at me as if he couldn't think of what to do at the moment. The way his eyes narrowed at me made it seem like he wanted to snap my head off at any minute.

“It turned out Fred was the one all along. He —”

“Fred?” Miles scoffed. “Are you certain Nelly told the truth? What if she had a vendetta with him before her death? It couldn't just be. The Fred I know is not only clumsy but timid. There is no way in fucking hell he would be the one causing havoc.”

“That's true,” Mitch supported. “He couldn't have done that. You must be mistaken. Fred is too much of a scaredy-cat to do something like this.”

Mike nodded at their words, agreeing to it. I wouldn't blame them, though. Just like them, I didn't believe Fred could do something like this. However, after spending half the day with him, I realized there was more to him than met the eye.

“I doubt you know Fred as much as you think you do. You only know the part he wants you to, and not the real him,” I argued,