Jagan: Come on, pick up!

I scratched my neck uncomfortably as I very briefly glanced at Rico, "You got a last name?" I asked.

Rico said nothing.

Silence. Great.

I made sure he wasn't like getting out of his handcuffs somehow. He wasn't, Stop being so paranoid Cover! I thought to myself, hitting my knee in frustration.

I took a deep breath then looked at him and said, "You know, you're going to jail."

He said nothing still.

"Are you going to talk at all?" I asked in a frustrated tone.

"Everything I say can and will be held against me." he said.

The rest of the car ride was silent.

When we arrived at HQ, I jumped out of the car and walked around to the other side, helping Rico out. I led him by the arm into the building, "Beth! I got someone you should talk to!"

No reply.

"Drake you can come too if you want!" I said, hiding the disdain.

No reply.

"Maybe your friends were already found and killed by my men." Rico said with a chuckle.

I punched him quite lightly, but still sent him back against the wall.

"You're just mad because you know it's true."

I didn't. But still, my paranoia was taking over. I flipped out my phone and speed dialed Bethany.

I just heard a ringing sound. More ringing, Come on... come on pick up...pick up... I thought, worry starting to over come me.

She's not dead. I assured myself, Just busy. I mean, she never really picked up the phone before. I lied.

I looked at the phone. Fifteen seconds, still plenty of time. I pressed the phone against my cheek, Come on Beth, pick up!

The End

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