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Rafe paces back and forth while Estrella picks at her fingernails. The room had been silent the entire time they were waiting for Kiara to come back. Estrella looks up as Rafe stops in front of her, "What is she doing?"
"How should I know?"
"You're her friend, right? What is she telling him?"
"I already told you I don't know." She says. Rafe clenches his jaw, "And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."
"Don't you realize that I'm the only one who can help you guys get out here?"
"After everything you did, you expect us to trust you?" Estrella scoffs, "Your own family doesn't even trust you to do right by them."
"Watch yourself."
"Or what?" She says, "You'll try to kill me like you did your sister? Twice."
Rafe lets out a deep sigh as Estrella stares back up at him. Her eyes holding no sympathy for the boy standing in front of her. Estrella stands up and brushes past him going around the bed and sitting on the other side. Rafe's eyes bore into her as she faces away from him before he ultimately looks away. His eyes trailing over to the window.
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"Yo, he's texting! He's texting!" JJ yells out
"What's he saying? What's he saying?" John B asks
"It's doing the little bubble thing."
"Oh."
"Send me your location. I'll meet you." JJ reads
"He wants our location?" Pope asks as Charlotte and Sarah shake their heads
"Yeah, that's exactly what we wanted! Here, check it. Boom!" JJ says tossing the phone to John B
"And say what?" Sarah says
"Well..."
"We can't give Singh our location. Just give him some random place." Cleo says
"All right. Where do we want to send him to?"
"What about the horse tracks?" Pope suggests, "I saw them yesterday. It's wide open. We can do surveillance."
"Yeah!" JJ exclaims, "Now we're working. Now we're jelling! I like it. And if we have to make a getaway, we'll hop on some horses. Guns a-blazing!"
"No. We're not horse-backing with guns." John B says tossing the phone back
"Scratch the horses."
"John B, we can really plan this out." Pope says, "What are you thinking?"
