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Scene #31
He unlocked the passenger side of the car as fast as he could and
swept Sam inside. Jagger slammed the door and ran around to the
driver's side of the car as she unlocked his door for him. He dove
in and started the engine. As soon as the engine turned over he
threw it into gear and tore off. A bullet shattered the back
window and Jagger shoved Sam as far down in the seat as he could.
He sped away as fast as he could and only eased up on the gas pedal
when they were a couple of miles down the road. "Who are
these people?" She asked when they were far enough away from the
building that she could climb back up into the seat. "Those
men work for Frank Caprezi. I was investigating his warehouse
shipments for a story I am doing with The Herald." He answered her
quickly while navigating the car easily. "Why are you
investigating him?" She asked. "I have my reasons." He
answered evasively and avoided her eyes. "A better question is why
you were in that room tonight." "I was coming home from the
grocery store earlier tonight and I pulled into my driveway and
stopped. When I got out of the car to get the bags someone grabbed
me from behind and stuck a piece of cloth over my mouth. The next
thing I knew I was waking up in that room with you sneaking in the
door..." She trailed off as she remembered the fear and panic of
the man grabbing her from behind. "They took you because of
me." Anger and disgust were clearly visible on his face as he made
the statement. "That doesn't make any sense. We haven't
seen each other in 3 years. Why would they think that holding me
would give them any kind of leverage over you?" Her eyes shone
with confusion as she asked the question. "Apparently they
did some digging and found out that we used to be involved. I
guess you were the only skeleton they could find in my closet.
Maybe you were just the only one that lived in the area. I don't
know. I am sorry that you got pulled into this." Jagger stared at
the road as he said the last words with quiet regret in his voice.
"How many other skeletons do you have hiding in that closet
of yours?" Sam held up a hand to ward off his answer. "Never
mind. Forget that I asked that question. Your life hasn't been
any of my business for a very long time." Sam turned to look out
the window, embarrassed that she had blurted out her thoughts so
abruptly. A part of her did wonder what Jagger had been up
these past three years and who he had been with as well. So much
for being "completely over the jerk", as she had told her best
friend a few months ago. That is how it goes with those good
intentions. They always fly out the window at the worst possible
times. "It wasn't my choice for you to be out of my life. It
was yours. Not that I have ever understood that one." He glanced
at her for a moment to see if he could read her reaction to what he
had just said. Sam was glaring at him incredulously as if he had
sprouted a second head. "You don't understand why we broke
up? Are you kidding me? After what you did, could you really have
believed I would stay with you?" Her emerald eyes burned into his
as she asked for the answers. "The only thing I ever remember
doing was loving you and wanting to be with you. Did I miss
something in the end of our relationship? Nothing changed that for
me, but it apparently did for you. All I know is that one day we
were happy and deciding what to do with our future and the next you
wouldn't return my calls and informed me, through your father no
less, that we were through. None of that ever made sense to me."
Jagger kept driving through the night with his eyes never leaving
the road as he spoke. "If you don't want to admit what
happened, then let's just drop the subject. I think we have more
important things to deal with right now, don't you?" She turned
away from him to stare out in to the hazy night sky.
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