Chapter 3

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*POV Zac Crowe * (You will read later who this is)

With my black sweatpants and white shirt, I run across the street between the trees. The wind blows through my short, brown hair. For a moment I forget why I am here. But soon I remember the information I received from Seth. Davy Neville, 32 years old. Fled from New York to a small house in the middle of the forest. He is wanted in many countries because he has stolen a diamond. The only thing I do here is to see if he is in that house. So what he is, I saw him this morning. 

A girl lying on the road takes me out of my mind. Her hands are wrapped around her ankle. Her beauty makes me walk slower. For a moment I doubt whether I should continue walking. But it would be very rude to leave her there. My pass becomes slower and eventually I stand still. "Hey, what's up?" I ask. 

''Nothing, I just misstepped.''

"You can not lie here forever." I say worried.

''I will survive.''

I sigh. ''I'll bring you home.''

''No that is not necessary.''

''Yes, that's the least I can do'', she says nothing. ''Where do you live?''

"You can not even bring me home."

"My car is near. It should be OK.''

"That's not the problem, I don't have a house!" She says angrily. I do not know what to say.

''Oh, but you can not stay here.''

''No, but where should I go then?''

I am thinking. "You can come home with me."

''I do not even know you.''

"No, I do not know you either. But it can change. Stay here. I'm going to pick up my car." She nods slightly. I quickly run on. In the meantime I take my phone and call Seth. "Hey. Davy Neville is in the house, but that's not why I' calling."

"Why are you calling?" Says his deep voice.

"Is it okay if I take a girl with me? She doesn't have a house."

''How does she look like?''

''She looks about 17 or 18 years old and she is gorgeous.''

He is quiet for a long time on the other side. "Okay, come back to LA right away. I see you tomorrow. Do not tell her anything about what we do here." He immediately hangs up again. A happy feeling goes around in my body. The idea that I can finally help someone instead of killing them, is nice. After a few minutes, I am at the Lamborghini. I quickly drive back to the girl. She is still there. I get out and help her get in the car.

''So...'' I say to break the silence. ''What's your name?''

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A/N

Zac is a really cool dude in my head.

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