Alonzo looked down at James with narrowed eyes and bared fangs as he growled. His blood was boiling upon seeing James so ready to just run away and give up. “What the h*ll do you think you’re doing, James?”
“You know my name?” James asked, breathlessly as he tried to regain the air that was forcefully shoved out of his lungs.
Alonzo looked down at him with a shocked expression. “Really? A stranger kicks you back into your house and all you’re worried about is that I know your name? How have you survived this long? Oh right, because I have been following your sorry a** for almost 20 years!”
James could only continue staring at Alonzo like he was speaking another language. “Wh-What do you mean?”
“What I mean is I have been following you around, helping you with every case you have had since day one. Steering you in the correct direction and giving you hints. Making sure your head stays out of the clouds and you are paying attention,” Alonzo said as he stepped toward James.