Max bought the fancyest hotel room in the building, as he's actually really rich, just prefers hotels.
While Max was asleep he was awoken by a combat shotgun shooting down his door.
Max, using the bed as cover, pulled his M1911, and pointed at the intruder.
"How did you find me?" Max said, seeing it was Dave, and they both lowered their guns. Dave thought it was an actual bad guy that did the violent attack that Dave was called for, not just Max.
"One of us is still a detective, remember" Dave said.
"So what, you gonna kill me detective?.. Cause if so, make it fast, I'm tired" Max said in deadpan.
"Not unless you shoot first, officer" Dave said, also deadpan.
"What kinda man do you take me for?" Max sassed.
"Oh, I know EXCATLY the type of man you are.. With all your choas at Lamar's party. Your starting to get negative attention from the FIB, and I can only cover your tracks for so long.. Your lucky it was me and not a real cop." Dave ranted.
"I saved Dash, this is what I get for it!?" Max cried.
"This isn't New York.. You can't go throwing dead body's into crowded streets" Dave said.
"Yeah wel-"
"Plus.. He never even harmed her., Dash said that she was trying to reason with him" Dave said.
"... Okay, so I MIGHT of over reacted." Max admits.
"Yeah, no shit" Dave said, deadpan.
"... So.. How much you need?" Max asked, after a long sigh.
"two thousand" Dave said.
"That's easy, I'm rich now.. But your still paying for the damage" Max said.
"Fair enough" Dave replied.