Sam dropped to a knee, clutching his head. Jeffery put a hand on the wall, steadying himself against the scream.
"Was that..."
Sam nodded, standing up slowly as it stopped. "I think so. Guess I was right."
Jeffery stayed against the wall, trying to regain his composure. "Right?"
"Yeah.. she got a call, and it was clearly a trap. I was gonna try and talk her out of it, but.." Sam shook his head. "s**t man, we have to go after her."
Jeffery paused, grabbing his coat. "Stupid girl." He growled. "You know where she is."
"A Marcus Shipp's place? That's what she said anyways." Sam said as he threw his shoes and shirt on.
"Yeah, I know of it. Big mansion, rich guy." Jeffery moved outside, Samuel not far behind him and they left the thread, Jeffery yelling at Sam for leaving his pistol in the car, but tucked it in his belt all the same.
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