“A werewolf terrorizing a taco bell and then demanding 10 gorditas, a chalupa, and cinnamon twists before running off— that’s oddly specific, I..” Isaac coughs, concealing a burp while he uses his boot to kick back and knock a taco bell bag with several empty wrappers under the bed, “.. I don’t know anything about that, sir. Did you ask Scott?"
John tried hard to keep a straight face but failed.A chuckle escaped as he was rolling his eyes at Isaac’s attempt to deny the accusation.’‘Let’s say that for some odd reason I actually believed it.Couldn’t you at least get rid of the evidence?” He nodded towards some empty wrappers that were still in plain sight.
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