Drunk night

At the Olive mansion, the sun shone on Richard checking out his injuries standing shirtless in front of the mirror. His wounds were almost healed and he was taking his medication accordingly. With the search for whoever wanted him dead, he had decided to lay low and not do anything conspicuous. A sudden ring from his phone moved his feet towards the bed, he picked up the phone and noticed the strange number. “Hello” he uttered. “I heard you have been looking for me” a deep voice said from the other end of the phone and he could tell that it was automated. “You” “Is that how we would be referring to me now, that's a bit depressing” the voice spoke. “Bastard” “Did you like the gift I sent to you?, my apologies for not sending them earlier, I was a bit occupied”  “I will kill you” Richard uttered defiantly, he wanted nothing more than to end the life of the motherfucker. “I know that but I am quite busy, besides it is the other way round. I will kill you” the voice repeated. “Why don't yo