Finding information

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I skipped school for the past week trying to find my love, kelsey. I was at the bar, in my leather jacket, with a shot in my hand, Ive been carrying a gun for a week and been training for this, I'm meeting up with Kevin's brother to find information. Kevin's brother Dylan had helped him kidnap kelsey as I had over heard mr.crude telling him that Dylan was the one holding the cloth, his fingerprints were left behind. The bar was begining to get muskey, as the late night lights came on. I scanned the room, he was suppose to be here. I looked over at the door seeing a small man, in a cowboy hat walk in, his heels making noise as he approached. A small waitress came over to him offering him a drink, as he refused our eyes meet. I stood up holding out a hand.

"Justin."

"Dylan."

We sat down two seats away from each other to make sure no one could tell we were speaking, incase any cops had followed me, I tossed a drink over to him, cracking my knuckles.

"Kelsey."

"What do I get from this."

"Your brother in jail, never to bother you again, and you not getting default."

Dylan nodded, taking a drink.

"Shes gone."

"What do you mean 'gone'"

"He took her to his appartment in mexico."

I stood up balling my fist.

"Where"

He looked around the room, slipping a piece of paper to me.

I nodded at him, shaking his hand.

"Don't get caught."

I looked over at the entrence, seeing as the cops had arrived to the little tip I gave them secretly, I exited out the back door, as I let Dylan to the police. I had what I needed, I wasn't going to let him go that easy, he helped kidnap my girl!

I was going to take them down.

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