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“What the hell does a waitress tripping and droppingme?”

“It has to do with the fact that so in your food as it was being brought out”

I blanch, the realization of what he’s saying sinking heavily in my stomach

Grasping at straws, I say, “Maybe you’re wrong Maybe you sarong?”

He shakes his head “I’ tier I’m trained in this kind of stuff, and I saw so when you witness it with your own eyes”

Oh, god,to killto hurt me, but I never wanted to believe it Why would anyone want me dead?

“Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you telltoward the door

I’ry I don’t understand why so I discovered tonight about my father, and the Bishops, there is very little roo I’m exhausted, both physically and mentally

“Because I don’t know if your father was involved or not I need more information”

All of this is insane, coht now, I need to go to him, to tell him what happened, there is no way he could be involved, is there?

“You need to takelike I didn’t say anything at all “Ithe back of his seat to get his attention

“I can’t, and I won’t I told you it’s not safe”

Clutching a hand toneed to vomit

“Where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere that you will be safe” Great, that doesn’t teller, because really, there is nothing else I can do Not with the car going down the highway at sixty miles an hour