~Miller~
I walk into the club and look at my watch. It's six am and three hours past the hour I told Cat I would be here. I called her, telling her I was running late, and she didn’t sound happy, but I know that as long as I have the tape, nothing would happen to Freddie and Jenny.
I didn’t bargain on being punched by Christa or having to rush to the hospital with her when I spoke to Cat.
Walking into her office, I see them sitting on the couch. Jenny’s face was red and covered with dried streaks of tears. Freddie’s bruised and has a bloody lip from trying to probably defend them and get away.
Miller
“You said they wouldn’t get hurt!”
I say it before she can say anything.
Cat “No, I said I wouldn’t kill them, and you are late! What happened to you in any case?”
Miller “None of your
