Freddo lowered his shoulders depressingly in anticipation of the dialogue. "I didn't do anything Tony. Scout's honour." He said while walking ahead of Tony.

"That's not the complete truth is it now?" Tony asked, shutting the door behind them and following Freddo into the humble space that belonged to the living room.

Candles that collected dust were placed technically beyond each other across the fireplace's sill, several family photographs nailed inches above against the vintage wallpaper that was rather nostalgic, too much for Tony's taste. The carpet was an embarrassingly red colour, visible from a glance through the windows, and it was filthy, clearly not cleaned in years perhaps. Dirty...