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“It’s Bette…” Tina whispered, looking closely at the phone. “When was this taken?”
Will squinted his eyes to look closer, “looks like our motel in Coleman Falls.”
Tina looked up at Will with slightly wide eyes when the phone began buzzing again. Opening up the new message,
745 State Road
Your game begins.
Vinton, VA, November 2, 2009- Monday Night
The slam of the car doors echoed through the darkness of the field.
“You know-this is how every single horror story begins,” Delia whispered, walking towards Tina and looking at the semi-abandoned building.
Tina looked at the building, shaking her head. “It is the beginning.”
“We goin’?” Will asked, walking to stand beside Delia.
“Yeah, just hold on a sec,” Tina said, taking out one of her many prepaid cellphones. Opening up a text message, she typed Bette’s number into the bar.
“What are you gonna tell her?” Delia asked, tightening her jacket around her torso.
Tina bit her lower lip, “she should have gone back to L.A.”
“You think she would have stayed there if she tried to call you and you didn’t pick up?” Will asked, arching his brows. “I know if my girlfriend didn’t answer my phone calls after a couple of days, I’d start to get suspicious.”
Tina pursed her lips and stared down at the bright screen. Taking a deep breath, she began to type:
Watch your back
“That’s all?” Delia asked, watching the blonde flip the phone shut and toss it in the street.
“She’s smart,” Tina mumbled, beginning to walk towards the abandoned factory. “She isn’t useless- she’ll take the warning and act accordingly.”
Will nodded, “she seems tough.”
“She is,” Tina smiled, “but there are different degrees and subgroups of toughness. When it comes to me and Angie, she would do anything. She is intelligent and tough when it comes to her business-but this,” the blonde gestured towards the building, “this doesn’t fit her.”
“Does she know the real reason you decided to pursue law enforcement as opposed to going towards your second major?” Delia asked, climbing over a small railing. “Because it damn well didn’t just have to do with your parents.”
Tina shook her head, “I don’t necessarily like to discuss my childhood trauma openly.”