"S-s-s-sir I-I-I w-was w-" PJ started as he entered Max's office.
"What do you feel so entitled to that you're asking me for it after seven absences this month one more predicted absence and three replacements mysteriously shot up in 'coincidental' gang violence?!" Max interrupted already looking all set to blow a gasket before the conversation even began.
"I did not come to ask you for something." Bobby said with more confidence than ever before. "I came to tell you that Bobby died in a freak accident and invite you to the funeral."
"Did this 'accident' involve him getting riddled with holes like you will if you stick with that gang?!" Max asked slightly less annoyed but no less ready to through PJ out of the office.
"For once, no. He was driving and he got T-boned. He died almost instantly. One minute we were laughing and talking, the next I was screaming and he was paste." PJ answered solemnly.
"When's the funeral?" Max asked now mostly call again.