"Eu preciso dos netos Tyler!"

There was silence on the other end of the line until I heard shuffling and a barely audible, masculine sigh.

Cloey's curious eyes met my confused ones.

"Who is it?" she mouthed to me.

I shrugged in response and attempted talking to the person again. "Hello," I said in an annoyed tone. The person on the other end chuckled, "Why do you sound so annoyed?"

My eyes widened when the familiar voice reached my ear.

"Why are you calling me?"

My eyes fell on the officers and for some reason, they looked like they desperately wanted to shit themselves. "And why do the officers look like they're going to shit their pants because I'm talking to you."

Tyler chuckled, "I knew you were in a pickle so I called to help you out. Regarding the officers though...I don't know maybe they're constipated or something."

I slowly nodded as I looked confusingly at the blue faced officers, "I guess that's it."