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I put down my drink and grab his hand. “Let’s go.”

However, he pulls me back into his arms and hugs me. “We have to stay for a bit longer. But don’t worry, we’ll get started tonight.”

My phone rings again. I glance at the display, and it is the same number that called before. Answering it, I expect another dropped call. But it isn’t.

“Ms. Jones, this is Bianca. I’m calling from my car. I think someone is following me. Can you help me? I don’t know what to do.”

“What?” I cry out, putting the call on speaker. Wildcard calls out for silence. “Bianca, you’re on speaker. Where are you? What’s going on?”

“I just left work, and I was on my way home when I realized I was being followed. He’s been behind me since I left the casino. I think it’s Walt.”

“It isn’t Walt, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be careful. Where are you? Maybe you can drive to us.”

She tells us where she is, which isn’t close to the clubhouse.

“Okay, how about a police station?” Viper chimes in. “There’s a station further up ahead on the right.”

“Okay, I’m heading there,” Bianca says, but then the sound of squealing tires and Bianca’s scream fill the room.

The End