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“Thank Du for picking me up”
Molly was sitting in the küche tabelle in Ryan’s motel room, opposite Claire.
“I would’ve asked Ryan, but he got called away” she explained.
Claire nodded and sipped from her coffee. “Did he mention where he was going?” she asked trying to sound innocent. “I mean, not that I don’t trust him, he’s just doing his job…”
Molly waved her hand. “Oh, no, Claire, Du don’t have to explain yourself to me. I was just like Du when I dated Ryan. Ryan’s job is pretty dangerous. It’s normal and okay to want to know where he is” she sagte understanding....

Mike held Debra’s hand in his and caressed it with his thumb.
“How’s she doing?” Ryan asked from the doorway. He had a plastic bag in his hands.
Without turning around Mike replied: “Same. The doctor sagte it could take a while before she wakes up”
Ryan nodded and stepped towards the bed. He reached out the bag to Mike. “Someone at the reception gave this to me. I think it’s yours”
Mike accepted the bag and opened it. “You’re right. It’s mine” he sagte when he recognized the gun.
“You left a gun at a hospital? That’s not exactly smart, Mike” Ryan reproached him.
“I...

Molly was sitting in one of the hearing rooms at the police station. She had wanted Ryan to interview her, but that idiot of a Mike Weston had called him away.
If Joe found out what Simon had tried to do, he would be furious.
“Molly?” the inspector snapped his fingers before her eyes in attempt to bring her back from her thoughts. “I asked Du a question. What was your gun doing at the küche table? Why didn’t Du keep it somewhere safe?”
Molly rubbed her eyes tired. She could not believe the FBI let this newbie loose on her. But then again, every professional agent had left to go check...

Simon’s eyes widened in fear as he felt the dagger pierce Debra’s flesh. He withdrew the messer and watched Debra lose her balance. As she hit the pavers he grabbed his hair and tugged at it.
“What have Du done?” he cried panicking. “Why did Du do that?”
Debra frowned from pain and lay her hand on the stab wound.
Simon feverishly looked around to make sure no one was watching them. When he didn’t see anyone he looked down at Deb. “I’m sorry, Debra” he mumbled terrified.
Leaving her to die he backed away, nearly tripping over his own feet, turned around and ran away. That...

The Tag could not have gone any slower, even if Du could have a hold of time itself. If twilight hadn’t set in Mr. and Mrs. Parker wouldn’t even have known it was nearly abendessen time.
They were sitting in the barn, praying on their knees for forgiveness, when the door opened and Dale walked in.
Mr. and Mrs. Parker stood on their feet as quick as possible. “I’m so sorry, Dale. abendessen will be ready in a minute” Mrs. Parker faltered scared.
Dale lifted his hand to shut her up. “That’s alright” he sagte short. “I was thinking we could have some pre-dinner entertainment. What do...

Evening came. After abendessen Dale had sent everyone to their dorms. Beth had watched her parents pack their bags and cried when they wouldn’t explain where they were going.
“Don’t leave me here, mommy!” she begged, while tears rolled down her face. She grabbed her mother’s arm, trying to prevent her from going.
Mr. Parker grabbed her arm and pushed her on the floor. Started she looked up at her father who looked down at her with eyes so cold Beth felt her body freeze inside.
Mr. Parker turned around and helped Mrs. Parker with the luggage.
During abendessen Beth had desperately searched...

The council was sitting around the table, Dale at the head of it.
“Come in” he barked. The door opened and Mr. and Mrs. Parker entered the room. They looked down, ashamed. “Do Du know why you’re here?” he demanded angry.
“Yes, sir” Mr. Parker nodded; Mrs. Parker was too choked up to speak.
“I am astounded that something like this could happen” Dale growled.
“You are absolutely right” Mr. Parked agreed, nodding heavy. “Debra should’ve never ran away. Her actions are unforgivable”
Dale quickly walked up to the pair and punched Mr. Parker in the face. “Don’t you...

The moment he’d spoken the words Agnes faltered. She pressed both her hands against her chest as if to stop the air from leaving her lungs.
“Agnes, are Du alright?” Ross asked concerned. Agnes inhaled deeply and nodded. “Shall I inform Dale?” Agnes shook her head heavy. “No. Dale cannot find out. Tell him she escaped, but that someone’s looking for her”
She rotated her head to the cage. “Tell him Simon is looking for her”
As the others walked up the stairs Ross walked to Agnes. “Now that we’re alone Du can speak freely. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“No”...

After nursing Joe’s gunshot wound Molly attended to his stab wound.
“She got Du good” she whistled admiring. She took a dampened cloth and pressed it against the wound. “Any longer and you’d have gotten an infection which would’ve killed you”
Once the injury was cleaned she took needle and thread. “This might hurt a bit”
“Just…go on. Do whatever Du need to do” Joe moaned, not very pleased with the prospect of having a thick needle forced through his skin, but he bit through the pain.
“You might want to remember this pain” Emma advised him, while caressing his hair....

Mike hurried up to Debra’s hotel room. He tried for the door, but it was locked. A maid walked out of a distant room and Mike quickly walked to her.
“Hi, could Du open that door for me, please?” he asked soft but urgent. “I’m from the FBI” he added. “Hang on, I’ll Zeigen Du my badge”
After Wird angezeigt her his FBI card the maid walked to Deb’s room and unlocked it. “Thank you” Mike said. He slowly pushed the door open while he held up his gun.
He entered the room and looked around to see if there was anything unusual. Well, there was the corpse of a waiter, but there was...