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Noah held her close. "Its okay, baby, you're safe here," |
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"Might as well see what's in the package, make sure it wasn't some attempt to stalk us." She muttered, standing and walking over to the box, opening it to only find a bottle of rum, rolling her eyes. "Damnit, I told him he better get his act together with the liquor." Emery hissed, putting it in the cabinet before tossing the box, the feed cutting off with a click. She hesitated, grabbing it again. "What the hell.."
She trailed off, pulling the camera out as her expression changed to utterly pissed as she looked back at Noah. "I'm running this down to the station," |
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"Shit..." he muttered. He got up quickly, getting his keys and jacket. "I'm coming with you," |
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She nodded, not bothering to grab a jacket as she got in the car, seething. |
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Noah made sure to lock the doors behind him before getting into the car with her. He handed her his jacket, she'd need it, and then drove off to the station. |
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Emery pulled on the jacket, bobbing her knee as he drove, getting out before almost storming inside, showing the camera. "Found this in a package, i'm gonna guess it's from Eli, track it or something--please, if you can." |
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Noah followed her in, making sure to lock the truck. |
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"We'll do our best ma'am, and I can assure you we will track down this man and we will serve him justice." The officer at the desk informed her, walking to the back of the station as Emery walked back to Noah. |
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Noah walked with her back to the car. |
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"Let's hope they find him this time," She murmured |
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