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Bridge followed it as best he could, losing it sometimes but catching up to it again at strange alleys and catty-corners.
Bridge followed it as best he could, losing it sometimes but catching up to it again at strange alleys and catty-corners.
The car kept going through strange alleys and going on dirt roads, slowing down when they made it to a normal looking apartment complex. Max was then dragged in, the men not caring if they were gentle or not. After being thrown into a chair and being tied up with rope, while still duct-taped, a man came walked into the room and walked over to Max, inspecting his body. "Why is he covered in dirt?"
Bridge stopped a couple yards outside the building, making sure he couldn’t be seen before advancing on top of a dumpster and then to the roof, heading for an air duct. Here, he’d be able to listen in.
No answer, the man glared at the group of men heavily. "I said, Why the fuck is he covered in dirt? I had told you my husband will be taken care of gently." He growled, slapping one of them. "Now, if you don't tell me who did it, I'l have to shoot all of you."
Husband? Bridge thought in bewilderment. But…he didn’t have a wedding band on. And he’d been so easy to give Bridge his number.
Almost everyone stepped back, except for one man who wasn't paying attention. "So, it was you, huh?" The other man asked, fiddling with the gun behind his back.
The man nodded, not looking at his boss. "Sorry, boss, I-I forgot about that."
He’s going to shoot him. Bridge’s eyes widened in bewilderment, and he wondered if he should just leave now. There didn’t seem to be anything he could do.
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