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Scene #32
He turned to the phone on the bedside table and placed a call.
"Hey, it's me. Yeah, I know, I know. I need your help. No it
can't wait. Caprezi's men are after me. No, I can't come to you.
If it were just me I had to worry about I would come in. They
kidnapped an old friend of mine and had her stashed in their main
warehouse. I went in to try and find more evidence and almost got
caught. I found her half drugged in a side room..." Jagger turned
away as his words trailed off and Sam could tell that he was
listening intently to the person on the other end of the phone.
"Can you talk to the chief about protective custody for Sam?
I think they might try and come after her again." He went quiet as
the part of the conversation that Sam couldn't hear continued.
"Fine, if you can't protect her then I will. Call me on my cell
phone if you can manage to think of any helpful advice." Jagger
slammed the phone down and turned to stalk towards the window. He
ran a hand through his hair and stared out into the cloudy night.
"Is your friend a cop?" Sam asked hesitantly after his
continued silence. "My friend is a detective with the
Boston police department, but he isn't being of much help to me.
His advice was to bring you into the station with me and let the
police handle this matter. I can't do that until I know what we
are dealing with. Those men who kidnapped you aren't going to give
up now that you have seen their faces. They don't like to have
anyone with ammunition against them. We are just going to have to
hide out until I can figure out how Caprezi and his men seem to
know so much about me and my whereabouts." Jagger walked into the
tiny living area that the fleabag motel boasted and stared down at
the unconscious man on the floor. He leaned down and put a
finger to the man's neck. "He's still alive. We need to
get out of here before he wakes up. I might have gotten the upper
hand on him this time, but I don't know that I could again. He is
a mean son of a bitch and would have no scruples about killing us
both where we stand." He quickly grabbed a duffel bag from beside
the bed and stuffed the few personal items that he had brought with
him in it. Taking his cell phone and the bag in one hand he
stretched his free hand towards Sam. "You ready to go?" He
took a tentative step toward Sam, but she was already moving slowly
towards the front door. She purposely ignored his hand as she
twisted the doorknob. "No time like the present to get out of
this dump." Jagger blocked her path with his arm before she could
head blindly open the door. He leaned close to Sam while holding
the door firmly shut. Sam's skin prickled where his arm had
brushed hers. "Let me go first. Jimmy here might not have
been alone. I don't want you to walk straight into danger because
you were too stubborn to take my help." His voice was tight with
anger as he grasped the door knob. As he turned away from her she
could have sworn she saw hurt and a little regret in his eyes
before his face took on the stoic expression he had worn since they
had faced each other for the first time earlier that night.
"Fine. Have it your way, but let's just get out of here quickly."
Sam muttered as she watched him cautiously turn the knob and squint
through the small opening that the crack in the door created.
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