39 ◆ Some Competition ◆

◆ MILES ◆

"Is the show over?"

"Of course not."

"Why not?" I watched Ricchar sit by the paved stairs facing the old, wide garden.  The place came with the six-foot high labyrinth and three-storey mansion Ricchar inherited from his deceased father, Valerius Falco.

"Barely the finale." Ricchar scoffed and dropped his phone onto the grass-covered ground, seeming pissed after he faked being the psycho's friend.  The nutjob just left the estate with my father and their entourage.  

I glanced around the tall bushes and noticed there were more lamps around the stairs. "Cloe put up all these lights?"

"You know she hates being in the dark." Ricchar gazed at the quiet and dim maze. "Every sense of the word."

"When's she coming back?" I sat next to my cousin, who more or less had been an older brother to me all my life.