Cherie: I know you have information on me. So I wouldn’t be stupid if I were you.

Cherie got off of Shane and sat on the glass coffee table. She lifted up Shane’s face up to meet hers.

Cherie: I think you know what I want for her to go free.

Shane got up from the ground and took another swing at Cherie but was hopeless. Her rage had taken away all her logical sense. Cherie just played around with Shane swatting her here and there. Shane had upturned all the furniture and was exhausted chasing after Cherie Jaffe who didn’t seem tired at all. She was just there looking amused.

Cherie: Done yet? Are you going to heed to my advice?

Shane: In your dreams.

Cherie: Fine then, I guess I can just have the boys show Carmen a good time before dumping her somewhere.

She said taking out her cell phone. Shane bit her bottom lip and slammed her fist into the ground.

Shane: No. Wait.

Cherie Jaffe threw the cell phone onto the carpet.

Cherie: So?

Shane: I’ll do what you want me to.

Cherie: That’s a good girl. Come here.

Shane got up and trudged over to Cherie.

Cherie: Let’s go have some dinner first, then we can have a relaxing night.

Shane: What about Carmen.

Cherie: I’ll make sure no one touches her.

Shane obliged to her wishes. The only person who knew where Carmen was held was Cherie. She had already told Jenny to search everywhere Cherie could’ve hidden her and to stay in contact. When she finds out where Carmen was being held, they would get her out.

Bobby: I see them exiting the house. Shane’s changed into something more formal. She looks pale.

Bette: Roger that. Follow them. Tidwell, try to make contact with Shane. She doesn’t have a gun at all.

Tidwell: Will do.

Bobby: Where do you think that creepy lady is taking her?

Tidwell: Hopefully to Carmen. Look at Shane, she’s worried sick.

Bobby: I know, let’s get this thing over with soon.